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

taking her so long?

were on the tablet, he couldn't focus on

to the bathroom door, knocking "Macve, are

No response.

knocked again,

Yeah,

her drowsy voice from

and Maeve shuffled out, her eyes heavy

black shirt, which

were left bare, her knees faintly tinged with pink, and her toes had a soft glow under the

Her long, sle

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

shirt was that sheer, and now he

thought, And the

you, did you just eat

coming out?" Byron's brows furrowed even deeper, his

you put your

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

her for a long moment. Then, unexpectedly, a low,

Byron's lips "Marve, are

you doing this

blinked in

you expect me to believe you don't know what that implies?" Marve's back pressed against the warm, damp tiles as

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

tell you to wear them Jike

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

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from the warm, steamy

so close to

before she knew it,

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

Byron was left speechless.

been so tempted to strangle

her a lesson, yet somehow ended up being the

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

purely for show; only the master bedroom had

the

The night

passed

to think about why he didn't just let her sleep the couch. He told himself it