Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 244

One second she was icy and sharp, the next she turned into something wicked and irresistible.

Even Andres, who'd been self-controlled for years, almost couldn't withstand her.

Fresh from the shower, Maeve smelled like trouble.

Her skin looked like polished ivory, and the silk nightdress clung to curves that were impossible to ignore.

Andres forced his gaze away.

"I've got work to handle. I'm sleeping in the study tonight."

He turned to go.

Maeve shoved him down onto the bed in one clean motion. "You can work after you've handled your husbandly duties."

Andres didn't expect her to be this blunt.

When he tried to struggle, she pressed him back down and tore open his shirt with zero patience.

As she ripped buttons free, she warned him, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing. Trying to dodge responsibility? That won't fly with me."

Maeve straddled his waist like a shameless outlaw teasing a respectable man, hooking a finger under his chin.

"Until there's a bun in the oven, you're not taking any nights off."

Andres laughed despite himself, staring up at her fierce, cute expression.

How did someone who could be calm one moment, bratty the next, and downright savage after that… end up so addictive?

In the end, desire drowned out every rational thought. They lost themselves in each other, a frantic tangle of heat and breath.

Afterward, Maeve was so sleepy she couldn't move a finger. Andres, on the other hand, looked annoyingly energized.

Seeing her drift off, he gently shook her. "Your hair's still damp. Don't sleep yet."

Maeve couldn't be bothered to respond. She lifted a leg and kicked him in the waist.

"Your mission's done. I grant you permission to sleep in the study."

By Maeve's estimate, that biggest rough stone was somewhere around seven hundred carats.

She stared at him. "Did you… go abroad to rob someone?"

You couldn't buy that many diamonds without spending a fortune.

Andres simply asked, "Do you like it?"

Maeve couldn't even name what she was feeling.

"Whether I like it isn't the point. The point is—are these diamonds legal?"

What she really wanted to ask was: "How many years would this get you?"

Andres picked out a few larger stones and held them up at her throat, then by her earlobe, as if already imagining designs.

"I'll hire a few jewelers and have them make you custom sets."

"This trip was rushed. I couldn't get anything bigger. Next time I'll take you there yourself—you can pick whatever you want."