The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 968

That single sentence completely choked the life out of Maeve’s performance. In the past, if she suffered so much as a papercut, Layne would look absolutely devastated, wishing he could absorb the pain himself. Now, she had a massive, swollen handprint across her face from his servant, and he casually told her not to make a mountain out of a molehill.

Who exactly was exaggerating here? The old hag clearly assaulted her on purpose with that ridiculous bug excuse.

Maeve was absolutely dying to throw a massive fit, but the way Layne was looking at her lacked its usual blinding affection. Unable to read his mind, she didn't dare push her luck. Instead, she choked out a pathetic, trembling response: “Fine, I’m not trying to be dramatic over a little pain. I just couldn't find the medicine upstairs anyway. Ice will have to do.”

Layne nodded calmly. “I’ll have the family doctor drop off a prescription.”

Maeve sat there, waiting for him to comfort her further, but Layne simply lowered his head and focused entirely on his food.

Furious and out of options, Maeve took three tiny bites before slamming her silverware onto the table in a passive-aggressive huff.

“I’m full. I’m going upstairs.”

Layne didn't look up. “Wait for me up there.”

The dismissal made Maeve’s blood boil. He wasn't even going to follow her? Was this old woman’s cooking seriously that phenomenal? She had swallowed so much rage that she hadn't even tasted a single bite of her meal.

Having already declared she was full, her pride refused to let her pick the fork back up. She stood, maintaining her frail, delicate posture as she slowly ascended the stairs. The absolute second she crossed the threshold and was out of his line of sight, her speed tripled as she stormed furiously into the bedroom.

The moment the door clicked shut, Maeve glared at the luxurious decor, wanting nothing more than to smash every vase in the room. But any loud crash would instantly alert Layne. Instead, she aggressively ripped the decorative pillows off the bed and the reading chair, hurling them against the floor to vent her fury.

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