The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 984

Compared to the very first time they met, when Layne had been so smitten he took her three times in one night, yesterday they had gone at it at least six times.

Thinking back, Maeve felt her face burn for the first time. But only she knew the dark truth: last night, she had closed her eyes and pretended the man touching her was Quinn.

She hadn't been with Quinn in a long time. Beneath his polished exterior, Quinn was an experienced player who had burned through countless women.

He had incredible skills and knew exactly how to push her buttons, which was why Maeve was so obsessed with him. Layne, on the other hand, was a perfect gentleman, holding back even behind closed doors.

Maeve always felt that being with Layne lacked the thrilling edge of being with Quinn. However, when it came to absolute security, Layne was the only one who could provide it.

Quinn was entirely unpredictable. After two years, his promises had evaporated into thin air. Maeve looked at Layne, her emotions a tangled mess.

She had been screaming Quinn's name in her head all night. She didn't know if any of it had slipped past her lips. A sudden wave of panic washed over her as she wondered what Layne might say when he woke up.

She tried to sneak quietly out of bed, but a strong arm immediately wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

"Where are you going so early?"

Maeve was already on edge, and the sudden contact made her let out a sharp gasp. Layne furrowed his brow, though a lazy smile played on his lips.

"This isn't like our old place. The house is full of staff. Are you sure you want to keep screaming and give them the wrong idea?

If we keep the door locked all morning, what do you think they'll assume we're doing in here?"

At his teasing, Maeve instantly slapped a hand over her mouth. But before she could even touch her lips, Layne rolled over, pinning her beneath him and sealing her mouth with a kiss.

Maeve looked at him.

"Yeah, I actually do need to head out today."

She had no intention of hiding it from him.

Layne stared at her, his gaze practically melting with affection as he reminisced about their six rounds of glory. To him, Maeve had somehow become even more stunning.