The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 61

Maeve's eyes were filled with confusion. "Mr. Mcdaniel, did you just..."

"Go to sleep. Byron threatened. Then, he pulled the blanket over her and left.

Maeve reached out from under the blanket and touched the top of her head with a confused expression. She thought, Did he just kiss me? It must have been an accident, right? He took advantage of me every time. Why would he let me off so easily time But Maeve was really sleepy and did not dwell on this for too long. Soon, she fell asleep.

this

In the kitchen, Byron poured the warm soup from the small pot into a bowl and slowly sipped it. Maeve seemed to be exceptionally talented in making soups. No matter what soup it was, it was always better than others. They tasted delicious. The next morning. Maeve woke up and went to wash up. When she entered the bathroom, she saw Byron sha***g in front of the mirror. There was white foam on his chin. He looked particularly handsome with his superior looks, as though he had stepped out of a painting, even if he was only s***ng.

She found it strange and couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.

Byron slowly glanced over. "Why? Have you never seen a man s***e before?" Maeve nodded. I've never seen it before"

"Do you want to try? Byron asked lazily.

"Try?" Maeve looked at him in surprise. "Don't tell me you want me to..." "Why? Scared?"

why?

Maeve wanted to refuse, but she blurted before she could, "Who says I'm scared?"

After saying that, she was a little vexed. However, she saw Byron's teasing gaze and did not want him to laugh at her. Hence she boldly took the razor in his hand. "Lower your head, or I won't be able to reach you." Maeve gestured at his chin. "Tsk." Byron raised his eyebrows impatiently. He did not immediately lower his head. Instead, he wrapped his hands around her slender waist. With a little effort, he lifted her and placed her on the edge of the sink. Her long legs dangled in the air. Maeve's eyes widened. Before she could react, she was already at eye level with Byron. She could see the faint smile in his

eyes

He

go of her waist and

on her waist, making her ears involuntarily heat up. "You don't have to do this..." she muttered. Then, she held the side of his face and placed the razor close to his jaw. Maeve had never done such a thing before, but after watching for a while just now, she remembered how he did it. "If something is wrong, remind me," Maeve said worriedly. Byron replied lazily,

Only

did she finally dare to s***r movements

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Chapter 61

hands were on the sink on both sides of her.

Byron lowered

looked at Maeve lazily. His thin lips curled up slightly. "Is this your first

accidentally shook, and blood

too nervous." There was a hint of frustration

this would happen, she wouldn't have been so

a small cut, I'm not that fragile.

"Pay

asked her to try and now he wanted her

a few seconds. "Help

him. Byron's expression was casual as

a mistake. It's

hit by something, leaving it numb. In the past, h her parents often said that they would only give her one chance. If she failed the middle school and college entrance examinations, she could only work until she was old enough to marry. Maeve was terrified. She studied hard and did not dare to slack off at all. She was afraid that she would make a mistake. Later on, her younger brother, Horace, failed his high school entrance examination. Their parents comforted him

did not have

she would lose

tongue and tried her best to calm down the emotions that suddenly surged in her heart. She picked up the razor on the sink again. This time, for some reason, her heart was beating faster than before. She was even more nervous than before. After about ten minutes, Maeve put down her slightly sore arm and looked at Byron's clean and handsome face. She said, "Alright, what do you think?" Byron glanced at the mirror and commented faintly,

pray that