The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 13

Maeve hesitated before dialing Byron's mumber again. She didn't want to come off as needy, so she decided to just wait it out, hoping he'd get back to her sooner or later.

Almost a full day had passed without a single bite to cat. Her stomach growled and twisted in pain, and eventually, exhaustion took over. She drifted into a restless sleep, too drained and hungry to keep her eyes open any longer. what felt like forever, Maeve woke up groggily, squinting at her phone to see it was already past ten in the morning.

After

She realized she'd been stuck in this room for nearly twenty-four hours, and her phone battery was barely holding on at three percent.

She stared at her phone, her heart sinking as there were no missed calls or messages. A wave of despair washed over her. She shut her eyes and curled up on the cold floor, trying to ignore the gnawing hunger.

Is he too busy to call back, or did he just forget about me?' she wondered, pulling her knees closer to her chest, shielding her eyes with her hand.

The hunger was bad, but the endless, crushing darkness was worse.

In

the executive office at Mcdaniel Group, the afternoon sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing Byron in a warm, golden light as he sat behind his desk. With his sharp looks and commanding presence, he was every inch the powerful CEO Mr. McDaniel, you just got over a fever and barely slept last night," Archer said for the third time as he entered the office. "If you keep pushing yourself like this, you're gonna crash. Plus, it's time to change the dressing on your wound," Byron put down the contract and, with a swift flick of his wrist, signed his name with bold, decisive strokes-sharp and unyielding, just like him

"What time is it?" he asked.

"It's already five in the afternoon. Id b***ds?"

left. Said they'd talk to your f

father.

pen slowly, a cold smile tugging at his lips. "Let them try. If they think that'll make me change my mind..." grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and stood up. Have the driver bring the car around." "Oh, by the way, Mr. McDaniel, your grandfather called again last night. He's insisting you visit soon," Archer

a brief nod, his thoughts suddenly flashing back to Maeve's call from two days ago. He picked up his phone and dialed her

The call connected

me

I won't be coming home tonight, Byron said as he stepped out of the office. was about to

grip tightened on the phone. "Where

the phone beeped, signaling the battery had died. Byron quickly

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Chapter 13

called again-he's insisting you visit

gaze lingered on his phone for a moment before he gave a slight nod and

settled into the back seat of the car, pressing his fingers lightly against the wound on his

they arrived at the Reese

Valda was

drained. She

jolted Maeve awake was the loud crack of the door lock breaking and the blinding rush of

figure striding toward her,

him, her hand weakly grasping the hem of Byron's coat. Her

frail, trembling hands, his face impassive. "Can you

shook her head weakly, her movements slow

troublesome," Byron muttered,