The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 961

“Why does something always happen the second I leave the penthouse?”

Maeve Sterling’s eyes swam with unshed tears, her voice dripping with grievance.

“I just wanted to make you a nice breakfast. The strawberry jam was on the top shelf, and I couldn't reach it. I grabbed the step stool, but I lost my footing and took a nasty fall. That’s how I twisted my ankle.”

Layne Everhart’s heart clenched the moment he heard her explanation. He gently rolled up the hem of her lounge pants, his jaw tightening at the sight of the severe, angry swelling around her ankle.

“How could you be so careless? I’ve told you a million times that you don't need to do these chores yourself. I wanted to hire a housekeeper, but you absolutely refused.”

Maeve shook her head stubbornly.

“I’m not some pampered princess. I really don’t like having strangers in our space. Having staff creeping around the penthouse makes me incredibly uncomfortable.”

She suddenly leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against Layne’s right cheek.

“I love our private world, just the two of us. I don't want anyone intruding on that. Servants are like walking security cameras—they'd be watching our every move. If we wanted to share an intimate moment, someone would be lingering in the background. It's just too embarrassing.”

Layne felt completely utterly helpless against the captivating woman in his arms. He let out a soft chuckle, retrieving the first-aid kit to apply a cooling ointment, carefully massaging her injured joint.

Every little gasp that slipped from Maeve’s lips sent a sharp pang through his chest. Whenever her brows furrowed, he would instantly lighten his touch, treating her as though she were made of spun glass, terrified of shattering her.

Maeve kept her gaze fixed on him and asked softly, “Do you really love me that much? Would you do absolutely anything for me?”

Hearing that, Layne’s hand paused momentarily. For a split second, Maeve panicked, thinking he had finally seen right through her facade. But when she steadied her nerves and looked at him again, his gaze remained as tender as ever.

“Whatever you need me to do. Short of murder and arson, I’d cross any line for you. You are the love of my life, after all.”

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