The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 16

"What do you mean, try what?" Maeve asked, genuinely confused by his question. Her heart pounded under Byron's intense, piercing stare. Flustered, she quickly looked away and blurted, "If you don't take care of your back now, you're gonna regret it when you're older. Trust me." At her words, Byron's expression softened slightly, the heat in his gaze dimming a bit. "If you're scared, stay out of my business," he muttered. Byron's mind wandered back to her ex's taunts about Maeve being too uptight..

But now, watching her squirm, it was obvious she just didn't have a clue about intimacy. No wonder she had been naive enough to come close to him after he'd practically forced a kiss on her. He straightened up and leaned back against the sofa, clicking his tongue sofily. "Maeve, are you even old enough for this?"

Maeve rolled her eyes, snapped the medical kit shut with a sharp click, and shot back, "Do you think I'd be married to you if I wasn't? Im twenty-three!"

Twenty-three... Byron frowned. That's still pretty young."

Young: You're only four years older than me. Why the attitude? Maeve stood up, her tone annoyed. "And for the record, my age is right there on the marriage license. Did you even bother looking at it?" A flicker of guilt crossed Byron's face. The marriage license was probably collecting dust somewhere.

Maeve noticed his reaction and raised an eyebrow. "Do you even still have the damn license?" She seriously doubted he'd kept track of iL

"You're overthinking things," Byron replied smoothly. "It's late. You sure you want to keep arguing about our ages?"

Maeve was momentarily speechless. Wasn't he the one who started this?' she thought.

The next morning, after a good night's sleep, Maeve felt refreshed, the weakness in her limbs mostly gone..

clothes into the washing machine when something caught her eye-Byron's suit jacket draped over the sofa.

wasn't well-versed in men's clothing. She had never seen a design

still wearing it because he can't afford a new one?'

she nearly jumped when Byron's voice came from behind her. "What's this, Maeve? Having a deep conversation with my jacket first thing in the

worn out this jacket looks. It might be

And this jacket Maeve thought

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the first persótt ever to wear it. And now she

ow it away

decisions for me, Byron shot

jacket because he word it so much, so she offered, "How

wash it. Don't even think about tossing it

"Fine."

and

any more time. off. Plus, there was a department gathering tonight, so she had to wait until she

at Jell, Piers was especially hard on her today. He dumped a ton of busywork on her, more than twice her usual load, and even stuck her