The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve unconsciously choked up at the end of her sentence. When she realized this, she immediately shut her mouth to hide her emotions

Byron's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. His deep black eyes stared at her without blinking. "I was lacking in consideration for this matter. However, do you care about my engagement with Lynn?"

"If I had a fiancé and kept pestering you to do intimate things with you, would you feel comfortable?" Maeve asked.

Byron frowned. Just thinking about the possibility of another man being engaged to Maeve made him feel unhappy. Suddenly, his brows relaxed and a smile appeared on his thin lips. "Maeve, do you think I like Lynn?" "Don't you?"

"She was only eleven when she passed. Do you take me for a beast?"

Maeve was stunned for a few seconds. She thought, 'Eleven years old? The sketch that he has placed in the study is obviously for a girl who is around 10 years old because she still wears a high school uniform. The age doesn't match his words. Could it be that the girl in the painting is not Lynn? But that face clearly looks like Leon after he cross-dressed as Lynn...

Maeve frowned and pondered. She was immersed in her own thoughts and did not notice Byron leaning over.

When she noticed that, her vision was completely occupied by his handsome face, her breath was filled with the refreshing pinewood fragrance on his body.

It was faint and pleasant.

Maeve could not help but shrink back. Her back was tightly pressed against the seat, and she was a little nervous when she met his deep gaze.

She asked, "What are you doing?"

Answer my question." Byron placed his arms beside her and said in a deep voice, "Have you been avoiding me because of

this?"

Only then did Maeve remember that she was in a bad mood last time and confessed her feelings to him in a hinting way.

She wasn't avoiding him. She just wanted to give herself more time to figure it out. However, before she could figure it out. this incident happened. It made her look like a fool.

Maeve was ashamed and resentful, but she pretended to be calm as she replied. "I was not avoiding you on purpose. I was just too busy."

"Liar. Byron exposed her coldly. "Dreamscape is only busy today. Do you think I don't know?"

"You're spying on me?"

"Is it hard to get your itinerary?"

Maeve turned her head away guiltily. The next second, he grabbed her chin and turned it back forcefully.

She frowned and glared at him unhappily. As soon as she saw the darkness in his eyes, her heart began to beat like a drum She had the feeling that she wanted to escape. "You said you liked me the other day. Let me ask you" Byron's voice was low and slightly hoarse. "What do you mean you liked meContent (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

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Maeve's eyelashes trembled slightly. She wished she could travel back to that night and tie up herself before she could say those words to Byron.

She hadn't thought much about it at the time. Or rather, she was mentally prepared to never contact him again. It could be considered as putting an end to this relationship. Now, it had become something that Byron could use against her

Seeing that she was silent, Byron tightened his grip on her chin. Do you like another man now? Is it Jaylen Chatterly? Or is it the man who appeared at your house that day?" A dangerous aura seeped out of his dark eyes, making Maeve involuntarily shiver.

However, his words gave Maeve an inexplicable feeling.

"You don't care about me. Why do you care if I have a change of heart and like someone else? Maeve's heart ached.

She thought. If he cared about me, he would not have disregarded my life back then and aborted my child. He would not call me and my child "lowly.

Perhaps

I am just an interesting toy in his eyes. He does not want to throw me away for the time being, so he is fine spending time with me. But I do not need this kind of play

"Byron. I'm not a toy. If you think I'm fun and want to tease me, you don't have to. Maeve calmed down and said, "Of course, if you just need a suitable sex partner, there's no need to have designs on me. I'm not as interesting as you think." Byron froze when he saw the grievance in her beautiful eyes.

The dense and gloomy coldness around him gradually dissipated, but his brows were still furrowed. "Maeve, where's your brain?"

Maeve was confused.

The last time, I gave up on the company's billion-dollar projectand rushed to the place where Neville Mcdaniel kidnapped

Do you

think I did that because I just want to use you as a bed partner to amuse myself?" Byron's aura sank. "Why didn't you. I know that I was so blinded by lust?"

He lifted her chin and forced her to look straight at him. "Or do you think I'll take a fancy to any woman and sleep with anyone?" he asked, enunciating each word clearly.

Maeve did not answer, but the meaning in her eyes was obvious "Isn't it?"

Seeing the look in her eyes, Byron suddenly smiled.

However, that smile was tainted with a thick chill that made ones entire body turn cold.

"Maeve, you're very impressive." After saying this, Byron retracted his hand and sat up straight with a dark expression. He drove the car away,

Maeve looked at his cold and angry side profile in confusion.

She thought, "Wasn't he just treating me as a partner in bed? Otherwise, he would not have done such a thing back then. Then why is he still angry? I should be the one who is angry, right?" Half an hour later, the car stopped at Nightfall Manor.

"Get out of the car," Byron said coldly.

"I don't want to." Maeve clenched her fists. "Why did you bring me here? I want to go back to my own home. Leo is still

waiting for me to go back."

"Don't make me repeat myself."

Maeve pretended not to hear him and remained silent.

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The tip of Byron's tongue swept across his cheek. He chuckled ambiguously, but there was no warmth. It seems temper has been too good recently."

As soon as he finished speaking, he got out of the car and walked straight to Maeve. He opened the car door and unbuckled

her seatbelt.

The next second, he carried Maeve on his shoulder and walked into the villa.

Maeve was pissed.

It wasn't that he couldn't carry her, but he was deliberately carrying her in this torturous position to make her stomach churn and achieve his goal of punishing her.

She yelled, "Byron, you are shameless. I already said that I wanted to go back. Did you not hear me?"

Byron carried her without changing his expression as he walked steadily.

The servants waiting on both sides of the

e villa lowered their heads. No one dared to look up and gossip.

When he reached the master bedroom, Byron walked straight to the bed and threw Maeve in the middle of the bed.

Without a word, he took off his suit jacket, then his tie and shirt

Maeve's stomach was still a little uncomfortable. When she looked up and saw his actions, she immediately understood what he wanted to do. She turned around and wanted to escape. A well-defined hand grabbed her ankle and forcefully dragged her back.

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