The Heir's Secret Bride
Chapter 18
Chapter
18
He shot a glance at the scruffy brown pup, then turned back to Maeve, eyebrows raised, clearly questioning her bizarre. anties.
Maeve's anger vanished in an instant. She pulled back the hand she'd been waving at the dog, her face flushing as a wave of heat spread across her cheeks and ears, turning them a deep shade of red. "I-I wasn't arguing with it," she stammered, her voice shaky. "I was just... reasoning with it."
Byron had just come from a negotiation, still carrying the scent of alcohol and a lingering bad mood. But when Maeve offered her ridiculously naive explanation, a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. That amusement quickly faded when his eyes fell on the torn collar of her shirt. His expression darkened, and he asked, "What the hell happened to your clothes?"
His gaze moved from her collar to the red marks on her neck, and his frown deepened. "Get in the car."
Maeve's checks cooled as she nodded and slipped into the passenger seat. As she fastened her seatbelt, she glanced around at the sleek, luxurious interior and asked, "Is this your boss's car? Are you even allowed to be driving it?" eah. Byron replied nonchalantly.
Maeve's eyes widened. She recognized this was a Maybach-definitely a sign that Byron's boss was someone important. Even the license plate, with its elite number, was enough to make that clear. She wondered if the earlier chase had something to do with his boss. She frowned, thinking to herself. Must be rough working for someone that high up.
Byron noticed her awkwardly trying to cover her torn collar, her attempts doing little to hide the smooth skin underneath.
Without looking directly at her, he shrugged off his coat and draped it over her lap. "Put this on."
Maeve looked down at the coat, then back up at him with a small, grateful smile. "Thanks."
The coat still carried the warmth of of Byron's body, and since Maeve was petite, it nearly reached her calves, enveloping her in its warmth. Byron nodded odded briefly, started the engine, and drove off.
After they had driven for a while, Byron asked, "How'd you hurt your hand?"
Maeve's
"If
fingers paused as she
as she adjusted her slee
She wasn't sure how to
t to talk about it, that's fine," Byron said. "Tissues are there
murmured her thanks and began searching for the tissue box, but
a hidden latch. The compartment
felt like a total country bumpkin. This car is really high-tech," she remarked with an awkward laugh, pulling out a tissue to clean the blood from
about stabbing Jeff-if
Iris control f forever.
Byron's car, a new fear took hold. 'With the Graves family's influence, if Jeff seeks revenge, could
and frowned, falling
some clothes and
and called Archer, instructing
the private room where Maeve had been. The rich guys hadn't
detachment slowly shifting to a stern, intense focus. As Maeve drove the knife into Jeff's hand, a flash of surprise darkened his
McDaniel. I'm Mr.
done
ahead now," Maeve's soft voice came through, with
on the screen as he rewound the
the video had played for the third time, Byron opened the chat box and sent a message to Archer. [Handle the aftermath and also help Nestor secure the Yruhsall project.] Archer's reply came almost immediately. [Got
Securing the
off any opportunity for Jeff to challenge him for control of the company Maeve called out to Byron once, then made her way to the living room to tend to her
deep cut on her palm had occurred when she accidentally injured herself while stabbing Jeff. Since
with that?" Byron asked, his voice casual. Maeve looked up in surprise to find him. standing in the living room. With his arms crossed and leaning casually against the table, he observed her with
gaze.
the floor. As she bent to retrieve it, she
ointment smeared across her skin, raising an eyebrow in silent observation. He didn't offer to help, simply watched her with a faint
unfamiliarity with using her left hand made her movements shaky and clumsy. Frustration mounting, she finally turned to him with a beseeching look. "Could you give me a hand?" Byron let out a soft chuckle. "I suppose I
beneath the surface. It was clear to her now-he
brother, which instilled in her a strong sense of independence. She was accustomed to managing things on her own, never considering asking for help. Byron knew exactly how to push her buttons, and he seemed to take a twisted pleasure in doing it-forcing her to ask for help
help but be both annoyed and amused
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