The Heir's Secret Bride

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Byron gripped her wrist, his expression growing even colder. "What do you think you're doing?"

Lift your shirt; I want to check your wound," Maeve answered.

Maeve felt like everything was swaying, and after fumbling for awhile, she still couldn't manage to lift his shirt. Frustrated, she leaned in closer to get a better look.

Her warm, alcohol-tinged breath brushed across Byron's chest. When he looked down, he saw her slightly parted, rosy lips nearly touching his skin.

His throat tightened, and his gaze darkened instantly.

Realizing the situation, he forcefully pushed her away, his voice sharp and cutting. "What kind of game are you playing

now? now?"

Already unsteady, Maeve stumbled backward, heading straight for the liquor cabinet.

Byron's expression shifted slightly. Before she could crash into the cabinet, he reached out and pulled her back, wrapping his arm around her.

Her flushed cheek inadvertently brushed against the side of his neck, the cool touch making her close her eyes in contentment, unwilling to move.

So comfy," she muttered.

Byron was so infuriated he almost laughed out loud, thinking. Is this woman using her drunken state as an excuse to throw herself at me? First tugging at my clothes, now.deliberately leaning into me-how thick-skinned can she be?' His mood took a serious nosedive, especially when he saw her dress, now stained from the mess earlier, clinging to her as she leaned against him.

He was tempted to toss her out and let her fend for herself.

But just as that thought crossed his mind, he remembered how, even in her drunken state, her first concern was checking op his injury.

His brows furrowed deeper, but in the end, he didn't have the heart to throw her out.

"Stay right here and don't move," he warned before heading into the bathroom.

Thankfully, Maeve's drunken antics didn't last long. Once she quieted down, she collapsed over the bar and seemed to fall asleep.

After his shower, Byron came out, grabbed her, and dragged her to the bathroom. He tossed her a set of his unused shirt and

pants

"Hurry up and wash. Don't waste my time. With a scowl, he walked out and shut the door behind him.

The abrupt movement startled Maeve awake. Her head was still spinning, her brows tightly furrowed, and all she wanted was to pass out in bed.

But remembering the annoyed look on Byron's face, she figured it was best not to give him more trouble.

She thought, It's just a shower. I can handle this. I've got this!

In the living room, Byron sat on the sofa, going through company emails on his tablet.

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attention kept thrifting

thought. "What's taking her so long?

were on the tablet, he couldn't focus on a single word. Irritation tugged

stood up and walked over to the bathroom door, knocking

No response.

knocked again,

Yeah,

done," came her drowsy voice from

the door creaked open, and Maeve shuffled

wearing his black shirt, which hung

tinged with pink, and her toes had a soft glow under

Her long, sle

by tousled hair, giving her an unexpectedly delicate and alluring

and now he could

And the

given you, did you just

furrowed even

put your

way too big" Maeve yawned, rubbing her eyes. "Besides,

as he stared at her for a long moment. Then, unexpectedly, a low, ambiguous chuckle

Byron's lips "Marve, are

you doing

"Maeve blinked in

front of a man wearing nothing but a shirt, and you expect me to believe you don't know what that implies?" Marve's back pressed against the warm, damp tiles as the dizziness in her head worsened. "I really don't get what you're talking

you gave me?" she asked, feeling a bit wronged. She thought, 'Am I in

didn't tell you to wear them Jike this to seduce me." Seduce? What nonsense is that? Maeve's

was filled with the image of his strikingly handsome face drawing closer,

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the

close

her, and before she knew

Maeve with her eyes tightly shut, leaning limply against his shoulder, as if she

Byron was left speechless.

been so tempted to

lesson, yet somehow ended up being

storm cloud, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom, dropping her unceremoniously onto

room in this apartment was purely for show; only

the

The night

passed

bothered to think about why he didn't just let her sleep the couch.