The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 962

Maeve used every trick in her arsenal to ensure Layne experienced unparalleled ecstasy. Only when he finally collapsed beside her into an exhausted slumber did a dark, twisted smirk curve upon her lips.

Slipping silently out of bed, she slid into her slippers and padded out to the terrace. Certain that she was entirely unobserved, she pulled out a lighter and ignited the cigarette resting between her lips. The biting night wind shredded the smoke as she exhaled, revealing a chilling, ruthless glint in her beautiful eyes.

The moment Maeve left the bed, Layne had sensed the shift and quietly followed her. Out on the terrace, she wore nothing but his oversized white dress shirt, her bare thighs exposed to the freezing air. He had intended to step out and carry her back to bed, only to freeze when he saw her smoking.

It was a cold, rebellious demeanor he had never witnessed. Layne’s gaze instantly turned predatory, yet he remained hidden behind the heavy drapes, meticulously tracking her every move. He watched her scroll intently through something on her phone. The eerie blue backlight illuminated her pale face and crimson lips, making her look utterly sinister in the darkness—like a vampire that had just feasted.

The curtain rustled slightly. Startled, Maeve instinctively snapped, “Who’s there?”

She quickly snuffed out the cigarette, hopped off the terrace bench, and hurried back inside. Layne was already back in bed, feigning a deep, even breathing pattern that caused Maeve’s sharp vigilance to fade. She stared at him for a long moment, her eyes slowly softening back into the gentle gaze he knew.

Her supposed ankle injury didn't seem to hinder her in the slightest. Maeve slipped into the master bathroom, brushing her teeth three times in rapid succession. After heavily spritzing breath freshener to ensure no trace of tobacco lingered, she crawled back under the covers beside him.

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