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?

enough, it was addressed to her. The sender's details were blurry, so she couldn't tell

wasn't far, Maeve decided to go pick

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.

started to warn her, but she

A pile

spilled out, scattering across

was mistaken, but when she knelt 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 apartment's living room... the photos. Maeve's mind went blank, her face draining of color as her hands trembled while trying to gather up She had no memory of ever being

would never undress in the living room, let alone appear as

She

Jeff could secretly hide cameras in my dolls, wasn't impossible that he drugged me and took these photos without my knowledge. Maeve didn't care about the dirty floor; she frantically scrambled to gather the

them

her haste, she accidentally grabbed a small knife that had fallen out of the

Maeve didn't notice; her mind was consumed by the shock of those photos, leaving her oblivious to

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

the blood streaming from her palm. Frustration

eyes.

photos are fake.

to the photos, oblivious to the pain in

heard Byron's words that the emptiness in her eyes

"Fake?"

Fake?

tell me you don't recognize your own body?" Byron's voice grew more assertive. "Look closely.

stared at his stern expression, then snapped out of her daze and quickly looked down at the photos in her

panicked earlier, and with Jeff's history of secretly installing

than those in the photos. Most importantly, the "she" in the photos had a

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realize he had gotten

"Mr.

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

he didn't show any signs of discomfort in front of her, except for his slightly pale

Don't make