The Heir's Secret Bride
Chapter 35
Chapter
35
"Ow!" Maeve winced as her lower lip was bitten, the pain forcing her to open her mouth.
She thought, 'One mistake leads to another."
Her heart skipped a beat. She wanted to push Byron away, but she was afraid any sudden movement would give away their hiding spot.
To make matters worse, he had been holding her tightly from the start, leaving her.
room to
escape.
Maeve was both embarrassed and frustrated, her grip on his sleeve tightening with each passing second.
She thought about biting him to snap him out of it, but every time she tried, she found herself at a disadvantage.
Byron, still holding her in his arms, shifted slightly and pressed her down onto the flowerbed. His lips barely parted from hers before returning with a deep, intense kiss, as if he was channeling all his pent-up frustration into it. His lips were cool, but every move he made felt like a wildfire, leaving Maeve completely at a loss. Her body, chilled by the night breeze, suddenly felt like it was on fire.
"Mr. Mcdaniel. Maeve finally managed to find a moment to catch her breath. She pushed against his shoulder, her face flushed as she gritted her teeth, "How long are you planning to keep kissing me?"
She thought, 'Why does this man always start kissing me out of nowhere?'
"Weren't you the one who started it?" Byron noticed the glisten at the corner of her lips, pressing his thumb against it and gently rubbing. "What's wrong with me kissing you back?" Maeve slapped his hand away, stumbling over her words, "I-I didn't mean to..."
"Did you 'accidentally' kiss me too?" Byron smirked. "Too many lies ruin the fun. Why not just be honest?" Maeve's mind buzzed. She thought, "I am telling the truth, but why does his tone make it sound like I am the one taking advantage of him? Clearly, he is the one being more outrageous! "I told There's s es someone
over
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there!" The group that hadn't left yet heard Maeve's voice and immediately started closing in on them. "Let's go." Byron's brow furrowed slightly as he grabbed Maeve's hand and led her deeper into the alley. Back at the apartment, they finally managed to lose their pursuers.
and wanted to retreat
pale, with beads of
said hurriedly, rushing to grab the first aid kit and
wound to reopen. Aside from some redness
you're not supposed to do anything strenuous right now," Maeve said apologetically as she
Chapter 35
grew somber, and she handled him with extra care as she
"What? Do I
lowered her gaze, staying
75%
+5
+5
deep. "Even if we did something more strenuous than what just happened, I'd still
need to let your wound heal completely," Maeve replied seriously, meeting his
voice low and almost to himself "Talking
something but holding back. She thought, I am only trying to help him, so
she closed the medical kit and hesitated before speaking, "Mr. Mcdaniel, the people chasing us were sent by my ex-boyfriend to come after me. I'm really sorry you got dragged into
Byron buttoned up his shirt,
calmly, "It wasn't your fault, so there's
of me...
got caught up in
wasting time apologizing for your ex-boyfriend, how about making me some pasta?" Byron interrupted. "I
Maeve
little as a small smile tugged at
meal this afternoon to thank you for letting me stay here, but when you didn't come back, I put half of it in the fridge. I can heat it up, and it'll
up and headed to
moment to take in the
that, but there was also a half-eaten bag of chips left on the glass table. Byron pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking,
to Pinehurst Apartments, Maeve had no choice but
them.
she didn't run into the people sent
hauled the packages back to Byron's apartment, and they almost formed
About The Heir's Secret Bride - Chapter 35
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