The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 47

Byron seemed completely oblivious to the situation. As he watched her with her eyes closed, her long lashes fluttered gently, like the wings of a butterfly. Her pale cheeks were tinged with a soft blush, and her small, delicate lips were pressed together in a shy expression.

His eyes darkened as he leaned closer to Maeve's ear and teased, Maeve, if you sweet-talk me a little, I might just let you take a peek." Maeve was taken aback.

"Who wants to look at you?" Maeve's face turned an even deeper shade of red as she snapped back, frustrated. "Do you feel out of sorts if you don't flirt with me for a day?"

Her skin was so delicate that whenever she heard things like this, the blush on her face would spread all the way to her neck and shoulders, turning a lovely shade of cherry blossom pink. Ishe was normally an eight, in these moments, she was a perfect ten. Byron's on's gaze lingered on her soft, slender neck for a moment before he casually looked away. After they left the bathroom, Maeve suddenly became curious about something.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, what are you going to do about the bathroom when I'm at work?" she asked.

Since he didn't like other people touching him, it seemed unlikely he'd let a nurse help him. She thought, 'So, what is he going to do? "Then I'll just have to manage on my own," he answered.

With that,

Byron picked up a magazine, his long fingers flipping at open leisurely as if the issue didn't concern him at all.

Annoyed, Maeve asked,

Then why did you need me to help you just now?"

Without even looking up, Byron replied, "Why should I struggle when I have someone to help?"

Maeve was speechless. He had her there.

Just then, her phone buzzed on the couch.

Maeve picked it up and saw a message from her landlord at Pinehurst Apartments.

The landlord said a package had arrived for her a couple of days ago, and if she didn't pick it up soon, it would be thrown.

oul.

oul.

Maeve was puzzled, thinking. I have already collected all my packages from that address and have updated my information, so how could something still be sent to my old place?

to her. The sender's details were blurry, so she couldn't tell who

Pinehurst Apartments wasn't far, Maeve decided to

down the hallway. "I don't even remember ordering anything like this. How did it end up being sent to my old apartment?" she said. Byron, who was reviewing some documents, heard her

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cold. cold.

warn her, but she had already opened the

A pile

f photos spilled out, scattering across the

down for a closer look, she realized she wasn't. The explicit photos... she was the one in them. And the background was her old

room, let alone

She

and took these photos without my knowledge. Maeve didn't care about the dirty floor; she frantically scrambled to gather the photos, desperate to keep Byron

them

small knife that had fallen out of the package, and blood immediately began to seep from

of those photos, leaving her

his teeth against the pain from his wounds as he half-knelt in front of her to ease the pressure on his

left hand, noticing the blood streaming from her palm. Frustration and

eyes.

are

photos, oblivious to the pain in

Byron's words that the

"Fake?"

Fake?

Byron's voice grew more assertive. "Look closely. The only thing real in these photos is your

Only my face is real... Maeve stared at his stern expression, then snapped out of her daze and quickly looked

panicked earlier, and with Jeff's history of secretly installing cameras in her home, she had immediately

shoulders were more delicate than those in the photos. Most importantly, the "she"

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something to Byron, only to realize he had gotten out of

"Mr.

checked his injuries. "How do your knee and right hand feel? Are you in pain? Should I call the doctor?" Getting

of discomfort in front of her,

fine. Don't