The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 967

“You’re home.”

Maeve rushed toward him, fully intending to throw herself into his arms, but Layne stopped her with a subtle, warning glance toward Mrs. Shannon. Maeve froze in her tracks.

This was exactly why she despised having staff. Every single action felt heavily monitored. It was more invasive than the hidden cameras she had planted herself.

She reluctantly pulled back, muttering under her breath.

“I told you we didn't need a housekeeper.”

Layne completely ignored the complaint, pulling her gently against his chest and stroking her hair.

“Isn't it nice having someone to take care of you? My family has been through hell recently, and I absolutely refuse to let you end up hurt like Leonie. I wouldn't survive it if anything happened to you. Maeve, you are my entire life, do you understand?”

Maeve’s eyes flickered with intense calculation. “If I died, would you follow me to the grave?”

She asked it with dead seriousness. Layne’s eyes flooded with profound devotion as he tipped her chin up. “What about you? If I died, would you live on without me?”

The bastard had flipped the psychological trap right back onto her. Maeve masked her hesitation. “Of course not. But what about you?”

She demanded absolute certainty.

Layne nodded without a second of hesitation. “I would. If you were gone, I’d follow you in a heartbeat. I wouldn't live a day longer.”

Satisfied, Maeve threw caution to the wind and buried herself in his embrace, no longer caring that Mrs. Shannon was in the room.

They lingered on the sofa until Mrs. Shannon walked out, instantly averting her eyes to give them privacy before announcing, “Sir, lunch is served. The table is set.”

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