The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 26

Maeve couldn't help but stop in her tracks.

Just as she was about to turn around, Byron placed a hand on her shoulder, casting a cold glance at Maura. His voice. dropped, dripping with iciness. Tim her husband. Do you need somethings?

Maura's eyes went wide in disbelief.

She thought, 'No way! This man, who looks even more handsome than a celebrity, is supposed to be Marve's broke

husba

As she w

watched them walk away, Maura nearly ground her teeth frustration, thinking, 'So what if he's good-looking? You can't live on good looks alone! Leaving the store, Maeve recalled Byron's expression when he showerl up and cautiously asked. "Did you hear what we were talking about earlier?" Byron's face remained as unreadable as ever. don't take

what she said to heart. Maeve fiddled with the juice cup in her hand, trying to reassure him. "There's no shame in any honest job. As long as you're earning a living through hard work, there's nothing lowly about it Byron paused mid-step, turning to look at her. "You're really open-minded."

Well,

He thought. It's easy to say things like that, but actually living by those words is a different story."

Back at the apartment, Maeve couldn't bring herself to throw away the juice, so she tossed out the old straw and replaced it with a fresh one.

Just as she was about

What What's wrout to take a sip, she noticed Byron's cold gaze fixed on her.

She asked she asked.

"Maeve" Byron's eyes flicked to the discarded straw in the trash a smirk tugging at his lips. "Are you grossed out by me or something?

He thought. I haven't even looked down on her, but she dares to act like she is above me?"

"What?" Maeve froze, confused, and cautiously asked, "Given our relationship, is there something wrong with me doing this?"

She didn't want to give him another excuse to accuse her of imagining some ridiculous indirect kiss."

Byron was momentarily speechless.

He stared I at her for a few seconds before turning on his heel and heading toward the guest room, tossing a cool remark over his shoulder. "Drinking juice after working out-you just wasted all four laps you ranTM With that, he shut the door behind him.

Maeve stood there, stunned. The juice in her hand suddenly didn't seem so appealing anymore.

She thought, He said that on purpose, didn't he? The next

Pub, the sharp clink of billiard balls echoed through the

Chapter 26

tiny operation isn't even in the same league as the Medaniel Group Byron lined up his shot with practiced ease, his long arm flexing smoothly as

complaining, but something doesn't add

stick, laughing as he caught the conversation. "You just can't go a day without gossiping, huh? You'd be better off as a tabloid reporter instead of wasting your talents as

an eyebrow. Jarrett's got a point-you might as

"All you do these days is focus on digging up

someone knocked on

Come in

lady downstairs asking if we're hiring bartender

she wants

when

"Since whe

A cold gleam flashed in Byron's eyes, his

Tell her to leave."

a nervous sweat. "Understood,

I'd known he'd react like this,

Byron thought, 'Ms. Reese?"

narrowed as something

"I think it's Maeve"

"So

darkened, and he set down his

clear view of Maeve sitting

long hair cascading over one shoulder, revealing her

the bar, her outfit was almost demure and

expression turned even more severe as he pulled out his phone and called

manager to return. Maeve saw the call

Mon

voice was icy,

a bar,

learn your

His tone left no room

I won't get drunk again, I promise, Marse whispered. 'Don't worry, I know what

After

Then she

asking the boss for me I can't just leave

into Byron at this har before and nervously scanned the area. Not seeing him anywhere, she finally exhaled in relief realized. Why am I so I so fense? It's not like

call. He called over the manager. "Go down there and turn her away.

Yes, sir. handle it

quickly rushed

out, overheard the exchange. Ray