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.

m

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kept thrifting toward

thought. "What's taking her so long?

couldn't focus on a single word.

stood up and walked over to the bathroom door, knocking "Macve, are you

No response.

again,

Yeah,

her drowsy

open, and Maeve shuffled out, her eyes heavy

was wearing his black shirt, which hung loosely down to

and her toes had a soft

Her long, sle

hair, giving her an unexpectedly delicate and alluring look. For a brief moment, Byron's

shirt was that sheer, and now he could clearly see she

And the

given you, did you just

furrowed even deeper, his tone laced with

you put your clothes

don't fit me, they're way too big" Maeve yawned, rubbing her eyes. "Besides, it's not like I'm not

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

Byron's lips "Marve, are

you doing this on

"Maeve blinked

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

she asked, feeling a bit wronged. She thought, 'Am I in trouble for simply

you to wear them Jike this to seduce me." Seduce? What

of his strikingly

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the

so close to me!" she

she knew it, she was falling straight

with her eyes tightly shut, leaning limply against

Byron was left speechless.

had never been so tempted to strangle

a lesson, yet somehow ended up being the

cloud, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom, dropping her unceremoniously onto the bed Despite the rough handling, she didn't wake up-she just rolled over and continued

purely for show; only the

all the troubles she

The night

passed

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