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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his attention kept thrifting

"What's taking her so long? Is

the tablet, he couldn't focus on a

over to the bathroom door, knocking "Macve, are you done

No response.

knocked again,

Yeah,

her drowsy

moment later, the door creaked open, and Maeve shuffled out, her

his black shirt, which hung loosely down to her

pink, and her toes had a soft glow under the

Her long, sle

flashed from the warm steam of the bathroom, was framed by tousled hair, giving

his shirt was that sheer, and now he could clearly see she wasn't wearing anything

thought, And the

given you, did you just eat

coming out?" Byron's brows furrowed even

put your

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

pressed into a thin line as he stared at her for a

Byron's lips "Marve, are

doing this

blinked in in

distance and backing her against the wall, his gaze sharp and scrutinizing. "A woman shows up in front of a man wearing nothing but a shirt, and you expect me to believe

gave me?" she asked, feeling a bit wronged.

"Yeah, but I didn't tell you to

blurry vision was filled with the image of his strikingly

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the warm, steamy

close

her, and before she knew it,

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

Byron was left speechless.

so tempted

yet somehow ended up

as dark as a storm cloud, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom, dropping her

was purely for show; only the master bedroom had

all the troubles

The night

passed

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