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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attention kept thrifting toward the

her so long? Is she swimming

tablet, he couldn't focus on a single word.

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

No response.

again, more

Yeah,

done," came her drowsy voice

and Maeve shuffled out, her

wearing his black shirt, which

with pink, and her toes

Her long, sle

tousled hair, giving her an unexpectedly delicate and alluring look.

his shirt was that sheer, and now

the pants

have given you, did

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

put your clothes

they're way too big" Maeve yawned, rubbing her eyes. "Besides, it's not like

stared at her for a

Byron's lips "Marve, are

you doing this on

"Maeve blinked

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

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

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

his

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from the warm, steamy

close to

the dizziness overwhelmed her, and before she knew it,

down, he saw Maeve with her eyes tightly shut, leaning limply against his shoulder,

Byron was left speechless.

had never been so tempted

lesson, yet somehow ended up being the

as dark as a storm 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

was purely for show;

all the troubles

The night

passed

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