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The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 897

Nothing had actually happened between Dorian and Leonie. He felt a twinge of guilt, but not much. His handsome face was practically smashed against the table, but Felicia gave him just enough room to speak.

"Felicia, I didn't do anything. I just ran into some friends I get along with and let them crash here for the night. If you don't believe me, you can check the security cameras."

Hearing this, Felicia's anger subsided significantly. She didn't want to push things to the absolute limit by pulling security footage just yet. After all, this boy toy had kept her incredibly satisfied over the past few years, providing excellent emotional support.

In the kitchen sink, a pile of freshly washed plates sat with dried water stains.

Whenever Dorian knew she was coming over, he would meticulously prepare a massive feast. His cooking skills had developed entirely over the past few years, tailored strictly to her tastes.

Some dishes he had even learned specifically for her. Overall, Felicia was very satisfied with Dorian. If she ruined things with him now, it would be almost impossible to find another kept man who catered to her so perfectly on such short notice.

"Expecting me to completely trust you is impossible, but I'll choose to believe you for now. Dorian, let me warn you: you better remember where you came from. Don't play games with me. If I find out you're messing around behind my back, I will end you."

After delivering her threat, Felicia signaled to her bodyguards. They took the hint and filed out the front door, leaving only Felicia and Dorian in the living room. Dorian slowly pushed himself up, standing tall as he looked at her.

His aloof, striking face showed not a hint of subservience; instead, he looked like an untouchable, wealthy heir.

That aura was exactly what had drawn Felicia to him in the first place. For a boy from the country to carry such innate arrogance was something she admired, yet simultaneously wanted to strip away.

"Come here. Sit next to me and let me take care of you."

Dorian obediently walked over. Felicia immediately shifted into a delicate, affectionate persona, leaning against his chest.

"Do you know how panicked I was when I couldn't reach you for two days?"

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