Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 37

Andres had nothing to say to that.

There really wasn't a spare guest room.

When he bought the place, it had never occurred to him to let anyone irrelevant move in.

Staff didn't count—they had their own quarters.

Maeve clearly didn't feel like arguing.

"It's late," she said. "Go to sleep."

But how was Andres supposed to sleep with an uninvited stranger in his bed?

"Since we're going to be sharing a bed every night from now on," he said, "we should probably talk. Properly."

He leaned in. "Not everyone gets invited into my bed."

His tall frame blocked half the warm light from the wall lamp. The pressure of him—his presence—made Maeve's breathing hitch.

"Talk about what?" she asked.

Andres dragged a chair over and sat in front of her.

He crossed his long legs, posture loose, voice simple. "You."

Maeve said, "Hans already compiled my background and put it on your desk."

Andres's tone hardened. "Some things I want to hear from you."

Maeve gave him a look. "And what, exactly, is there that you can't dig up, Mr. Andres?"

Andres caught Maeve as she tried to shift back, pulling her closer again. His eyes flashed—cold, dangerous.

"I don't do secrets with the person in my bed."

They were close enough to hear each other breathe.

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