The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 983

He desperately wanted to know what had triggered this shift. It couldn't just be that the maids had scared her today, making her suddenly crave protection.

Hadn't he been shielding her for the past two years? He had cradled her in the palm of his hand, terrified she might suffer even the slightest scratch.

Maeve stared into Layne's eyes. This wasn't the face of Quinton Foster, the man she yearned for day and night. She abruptly pulled her hands away, a flicker of clarity returning as she forced a smile.

"Ignore me. I'm just drunk. I was only messing with you."

But Layne wasn't having it. He grabbed her hand and refused to let go.

"Maeve, I want to marry you, and I'm serious. I even bought the ring, but you never said yes. I don't know what you're thinking. You're drunk today, but I believe there's truth in it. So please, tell me, why do you suddenly want to marry me?"

Layne's gaze was dripping with devotion, but Maeve only offered a mocking smile in return.

Why? Because he wasn't Quinn. The man who had sworn to wait for her two years ago was now marrying someone else.

Layne wasn't Quinn. Now that she faced reality, she regretted everything. She wasn't going to marry Layne, because he simply wasn't worthy of her.

Maeve slipped her hand out of his grip and gave him a gentle, practiced smile.

"Just pretend it was the alcohol talking. You know my family is complicated. If we get married without my family's blessing, what's the point?

Besides, haven't we been happy these past two years? Why do we need a piece of paper to prove it?"

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