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 toward the

her so long? Is she swimming

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

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

No response.

again,

Yeah,

her drowsy voice from

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

was wearing his black shirt, which hung loosely down

knees faintly tinged with pink, and her toes had

Her long, sle

bathroom, was framed by tousled hair, giving her an unexpectedly delicate and alluring look. For a brief moment, Byron's dark

and now he could clearly see she wasn't wearing anything

the pants

you, did you

furrowed

you put

they're way too big" Maeve yawned, rubbing her

thin line as he stared at her for

Byron's lips "Marve, are

you doing this on

"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

these your clothes that you gave me?" she asked, feeling a bit wronged. She thought, 'Am I in trouble for

grazing her lips. "Yeah, but I didn't tell you to wear them Jike this to seduce me." Seduce? What nonsense is that? Maeve's mind

his strikingly handsome face drawing closer, making her head

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the warm,

close

knew

eyes tightly shut, leaning limply against his shoulder,

Byron was left speechless.

so

her a lesson, yet somehow ended up being the

her to the bedroom, dropping her unceremoniously onto the bed Despite the rough handling, she didn't

was purely for show; only the master bedroom

all the troubles she

The night

passed

didn't just let her