The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 935

Layne had no desire for intimacy. The pain was too suffocating. There was no one he could blame.

He was the one who had agreed with his father to call the cops. He had known his sister was mixed up with some street-level thug.

He had even been the one to assign those bodyguards to her without a second thought. But it had never crossed his mind that his own security detail could be compromised and threatened.

By the time he realized the ten guards had vanished along with Leonie, he had missed the critical window to save them, cementing the tragedy.

Drowning in self-loathing, Layne walked inside and collapsed onto the couch, burying his face in his hands.

Maeve quietly prepared a cup of hot tea and handed it to him. Layne took a long sip, his tense shoulders dropping slightly.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't be at your mother's funeral," Maeve murmured softly, her eyes filled with regret.

Layne pulled her onto his lap, wrapping an arm around her waist. "You don't need to apologize. You're in a difficult position."

Maeve was a foster daughter of the powerful Sterling family. Two years ago, Layne had saved her in a twist of fate. Over time, proximity had bred affection, and they had become intimately involved.

For the past two years, Maeve had lived in the shadows, hiding by his side. She never showed her face in public, terrified the Sterling family would drag her back.

To protect her, Layne had never officially announced her as his girlfriend. Everyone in his circle knew he was seeing someone, but not a single soul had ever seen her face.

"You must be exhausted after everything today. I drew a bath for you. Go soak for a bit."

Layne nodded. He shrugged off his suit jacket, letting Maeve take it, and walked into the bathroom.

Listening to the steady spray of the shower, Maeve walked out onto the balcony, her sweet demeanor vanishing. She pulled out her phone and made a call.

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