The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Byron's face instantly darkened, like storm clouds gathering in his eyes.

Maeve

noticed his displeasure and scratched her cheek awkw: ly. "If it's a problem for you, I can always take the couch..."

"No need,"

Byron cut her off, his voice cold and firm. "We'll do it your way."

He reassured himself that it was just for a few days. At least there, no one was breathing down his neck. He thought sharing a bed with her wasn't something he couldn't handle. Late at night, after a day of total chaos, Maeve finally started to relax as she sank into the soft bed, feeling her muscles slowly unwind.

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Just when she was about to drift off, the mattress shifted slightly. She turned her head and found herself staring at Byron's handsome profile, and her breath hitched in her throat. 'How did I never notice how small my bed is?' she thought, suddenly aware of how cramped it felt, Even with a stuffed animal acting as a makeshift barrier, they were still uncomfortably close. So close she could hear his slow, steady breathing. "If you've got something on your mind, just spit it out," Byron said, sensing her eyes on him. His tone was flat, almost bored. Maeve, caught t red-handed, felt felt her

The first time she met him, he'd er cheeks flush. But curiosity got the better of her. "Uh, can I ask... what do you do for a living?

I been beaten up and on the run from some dangerous people.

to have been dumped by his fiancée, only to end up marrying her instead. His life looked like a mess, but he had skills. She was especially amazed at how quickly he had found the hidden camera inside

shrugging

so bad. At least it's not something shady. And it kinda makes sense

closed her eyes and

it hard to relax. The bed was too small, the mattress wasn't exactly soft, and pillow felt like a rock. But what really got under his skin was Maeve's

Even

the

of her hair had drifted over to his side, brushing against his ear.

urge

it. His

she doing this on purpose?' he

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casting a soft, golden glow over the bed. The two figures were tangled up so closely it seemed there wasn't an inch of space between them. Byron's internal clock was as precise as ever. At seven sharp, he stirred awake, his eyes still half-closed with sleep. But something felt off-something warm and soft was

the other side of the bed, now somehow nestled in

resting against his chest her arms wrapped around his,

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over his. She was

her nose a light pinch. Within seconds, she jerked awake, gasping for air. Still groggy, Maeve blinked

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