Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 849

Maeve genuinely didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Don't make it sound like I'm trying to con you out of your real estate."

Andres looked at her with dead seriousness.

"It would be my absolute honor to have you con me out of my property."

Maeve was completely speechless.

Somehow, the terrifying corporate tyrant had willingly let himself become entirely whipped by her.

"Stop spouting this nonsense and get out of bed. I have to get to campus soon."

Andres, sitting there in silk pajamas, looked at her with pitiful eyes.

"When the curse teleported me over here in my sleep, it didn't exactly pack my coat and shoes."

It was a painfully awkward situation.

The only other time this exact scenario had played out was back when they first met.

Left with no other choice, Maeve had to call Hans and order him to deliver a fresh set of clothes.

Learning from past mistakes, Hans had actually kept a full, tailored wardrobe prepared in the trunk of his car just in case this happened again.

Half an hour later, freshly showered, shaved, and dressed in a tailored suit, Andres was back to looking like the elite billionaire he was.

Throughout the entire morning routine, neither of them brought up the explosive argument from that night.

The bitter tension from two days ago was mutually and silently swept under the rug.

As the couple walked out the door side-by-side, they spotted Daisy waiting patiently near the entrance.

Daisy was just about to walk over to greet them when she jumped back in shock at the sight of Andres.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought..."

Daisy had briefly seen the intimidating Mr. White in the vice principal's office at Aethelburg University.

But back then, she had been beaten black and blue by Leah Ford's thugs and was in no state to pay attention to anything else.

Terrified that she was interrupting a private moment, Daisy frantically waved at Maeve.

"I won't hitch a ride with you today. I'll head out first, take your time!"

Maeve desperately wanted to shout that she and Andres actually had nothing left to talk about.

But Daisy had already practically sprinted away out of pure tact.

Andres smoothly laced his fingers through Maeve's.

For a split second, Maeve thought her eyes were playing cruel tricks on her.

Seeing Andres smiling in an apron looked agonizingly similar to Charlie Wilson.

Looking back on it now, the two men shared an insane number of similarities.

They were born on the exact same year, month, day, and hour. Their height and physical build were nearly identical.

Most strikingly, the absolute devotion in their eyes whenever they looked at her was almost perfectly in sync.

She had never noticed it before because Charlie almost never wore formal suits.

Meanwhile, as a ruthless business elite, Andres was practically fused to his custom-tailored suits.

The stark contrast in their wardrobes had made her completely blind to the terrifying parallels.

Griffin had sworn that she shared zero romantic destiny with Charlie, yet he was the one who had bound her to Andres with a blood curse.

Two men, born at the exact same moment in time. She was destined to love one, but meant to have nothing with the other. What was the dark truth hiding beneath all of this?

It was a tragic irony that those within the Mystic Order could never divine their own fates.

Andres walked over, carrying a plate of perfectly plated food.

"Maeve, were you taking pictures of me just now?"