Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 291

Cocktails were barely stronger than soda, but after several in a row, Maeve still ended up with a pleasant buzz.

Once they were in the car, she leaned back against the leather seat and closed her eyes, settling in as if she could nap through the rest of the night.

She didn't spare a thought for what the other three people in the vehicle might be thinking.

Murray had never been much of a talker. If there wasn't a topic handed to him, he could go an entire ride speaking in single syllables.

And even Hans—the one who usually smoothed things over—had run out of words.

It wasn't that he didn't want to say something. It was that he didn't dare.

Around Andres, the Grovers were one of those topics everyone knew better than to bring up.

And yet, just minutes ago, Maeve had chatted and laughed with Simon as if Andres weren't even there.

In the end, Andres was the one who broke the silence. "You know Simon?"

Maeve cracked her eyes open and arched a brow at him.

"If 'knowing' means we've spoken, then sure."

"He bought me a drink at the bar."

"And he seemed very interested in… getting to know me better. I turned him down. For now."

She didn't dress it up. She didn't soften it. The way she said for now made it clear she might say no again, or she might not—depending entirely on her mood.

Murray and Hans both kept their mouths shut.

Admitting that another man was into her right in front of her husband?

Only Maeve Vance could do it with a straight face.

Maeve's calm only made it harder for Andres to push back.

From the beginning, this marriage had been built on mutual reluctance.

Andres and Simon were the only two people anyone ever argued about.

The argument wasn't whether they belonged on the list.

It was who deserved the top spot.

Andres thought the whole thing was idiotic. As far as Andres was concerned, a man's reputation was built on power, not on whether strangers found him handsome.

Still, rumor had it the list was still floating around, and the number one position was still constantly flipping between him and Simon.

So when Maeve said Simon wasn't her type, something in Andres tightened with sudden, irrational unease.

If Simon didn't meet her standards…What about him?

Maeve had no idea what nonsense was spiraling through his head. She yawned softly, her voice going lazy.

"Handle the Aethelburg University funding issue already. Sterling's been leaning on me."