Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 319

In those melodramas, the heroine meets the rich, powerful male lead—

and immediately starts fighting him, jumping up and down to prove she's different.

Only the "special" one earns his respect.

Only the "special" one hooks his interest.

And then, conveniently, the cold billionaire starts breaking his own rules for her.

Cue the epic love story between the domineering tycoon and the stubborn little heroine.

Natalia finished her speech and stared at Andres, clearly waiting for him to argue back—waiting for him to play his part.

Andres didn't follow her script at all. He just waved her off.

"In that case, don't let us keep you. Door's that way."

Natalia: "…"

Anya: "…"

Maeve, under the table, pinched Andres's thigh hard—warning him to stay in character.

Andres flinched, brow furrowing.

For someone so small, she had a brutal grip.

Maeve shot him a glare that said: "Don't ruin the show."

Andres glanced back like: "These two are disgusting. I'm not humoring them."

Seeing tears welling in Natalia's eyes again, Anya hurried to smooth things over.

"Why are you so hostile toward Natalia, Mr. White? Her medical skill is truly extraordinary."

"For Mrs. White's sake… why don't we discuss a partnership?"

"Natalia's acupuncture is unmatched. With her thirteen-needle technique, she's pulled people back from the brink."

"I only found out through extensive research that the legendary Shadow Healer is actually Natalia."

To make Andres believe it, Anya rattled off a parade of "miraculous" stories.

But Maeve's straight-faced nonsense was adorable—adorable enough to make him want to kiss her.

Noticing Andres still wasn't fully playing along, Maeve simply made the decision for him.

"Whitty, your mother's condition is already severe. She can't afford any more delays."

"With Natalia being this talented, maybe she really can help your mother."

The way she kept calling him "Whitty" made Anya and Natalia's expressions turn weird.

A man like Andres—with that kind of presence—would tolerate a nickname that childish?

Since Maeve had handed him a step down, Andres stopped posturing and gestured toward the seats.

"Sit. Let's talk."

Anya quickly pulled Natalia into the chair across from him.

As Natalia sat, her stomach growled loudly—an unmistakable announcement that she was hungry.