The Heir's Secret Bride

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

her hand instinctively clenching. She wasn't sure how to

to talk about it, that's fine," Byron said. "Tissues are there if you need

the tissue box, but it wasn't

and, without a word, pressed a hidden latch. The compartment slid

suddenly 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

Jeff-if she hadn't acted, she would have

Iris control f forever.

of Byron's car, a new fear took hold. 'With the Graves family's influence, if Jeff seeks revenge, could Byron

frowned, falling silent. The rest of the

some clothes and headed to the bathroom

instructing him to find out where Maeve had

the private room where Maeve had been. The rich guys hadn't managed to

a stern, intense focus. As Maeve drove the knife into Jeff's hand, a flash of surprise darkened his deep brown eyes. Just then, a knock came at the

McDaniel. I'm

done

You can go ahead now," Maeve's soft voice came through, with a hint of

his eyes still locked on the screen as he rewound the video, replaying the scene

Archer. [Handle the aftermath and also

Securing the

a game-changer for Nestor, effectively closing off any opportunity for Jeff to challenge him for control of the company Maeve called out to Byron once, then made her way to

her palm had occurred when she accidentally injured herself while stabbing Jeff. Since the wound was on her right hand, applying the medicine proved to

Maeve looked up in surprise to find him. standing in the living room. With his arms crossed and

gaze.

cotton swab she was holding fell to the floor. As she bent

eyebrow in silent observation. He didn't offer to help, simply watched her with a faint

Her 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

bubbling beneath the surface. It was clear to

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

be both annoyed and amused by his strange

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