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..

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

primarily worked in women's fashion design, wasn't well-versed in men's clothing. She had never seen a design like this before and guessed it must've simply worn out from heavy

wearing it because he can't afford a

from behind her. "What's this, Maeve? Having a deep

this jacket looks. It might be better if you stop wearing it. Maybe you should just toss it and

twitched slightly. Most of his clothes were custom-made by top designers; he rarely bought anything off the rack. And this jacket Maeve thought looked "worn

Chapter 16

first persótt ever to

ow it away

me, Byron shot back, flatly

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

even think about tossing it in

"Fine."

breakfast, Maeve and Byron

any more time. off. Plus, there was

hard on her today. He dumped a ton of busywork on her, more than twice