The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 963

By the time Maeve opened her eyes, the space beside her was empty. The sound of running water echoed from the master bathroom. She knew Layne had a habit of taking a morning shower, so she smiled faintly, retrieving his freshly pressed suit and matching accessories from the walk-in closet.

For the past two years, she had acted as his full-time personal assistant, meticulously managing his daily life. Layne had grown deeply accustomed to her care. Aside from lacking a formal marriage license, they lived exactly as husband and wife.

Layne lingered in the shower for twenty minutes longer than usual. The icy water blasted from the overhead showerhead, soaking him from head to toe in a freezing deluge.

As the freezing water cascaded down his muscular frame, his mind had never felt sharper.

Maeve waited patiently in the bedroom for quite some time. When the bathroom door finally clicked open, she stood ready with a plush towel and his clothes. Layne looked at her, his eyes darkening for a fraction of a second before returning to their usual calm.

“Maeve, you’re my partner, not my maid. You don't have to wait on me hand and foot every single morning.”

In the past, he had found her attentiveness incredibly heartwarming. Now, an unsettling feeling gnawed at his gut. It felt less like she was caring for the man she loved, and more like she was desperately performing to appease him.

There was a detached coldness behind her affection, as if it were merely a calculated routine, whereas Layne's love for her had always been absolute. Hearing his tone, Maeve’s eyes widened, a lump instantly forming in her throat as tears threatened to spill.

“Why would you say that? You never used to act like this. Didn't you always love how I took care of you? I’m just doing what I normally do. Are you getting tired of me?”

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