The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 109

"I'm not joking with you." Maeve said, holding back the tears in her eyes. "Previously, you said we would go to the family court to settle the divorce procedures after Gilbert's health improved. Now that it's been so long, it's time for us to get a divorce." "It's up to me whether we get a divorce or not, Byron said. "When did it become your place to bring it up?" "You're being unreasonable!" Maeve said.

Buzz.

Suddenly, the elevator shook violently. As it stopped descending all the lights went out.

It was pitch black all around, so dark that one could not even see one's fingers.

"What's going on?" Maeve was so frightened that she grabbed the thing beside her, but she felt a warm sensation.

"Maeve, where are you touching?" Byron's anger was interrupted by the sudden stop of the elevator. He removed her hand from his chest and held it instead. "It's an elevator malfunction. It won't be long before it's fixed.” bit her lip, not responding

Maeve The constricting darkness reminded her of the torment of being locked up by her parents and counting the seconds in the dark/It was like a fire burning her heart. Fear and panic surged in her heart, and her body trembled.

afraid now. hub into a l

She was

into a broad and warm embrace.

Byron's cold

s cold voice reached her ears. "Weren't you very bold when you brought up divorce earlier? pull away from his embrace.

re

Maeve pursed her lips, wanting to pull However, he

he gently pressed her head down and

"Don't move. If you're afraid, just hold on tighter Pulled her back into his arms.

Maeve was stunned. Her cheek which was pressed against his chest was slightly raised. In the darkness, she couldn't see his current expression.

She smelled a fait cedarwood scent on him, giving her a sense of security as if she had descended from the clouds to solid ground.

She absorbed the warmth in his arms with some longing. She knew that it did not belong to her, but she could not bear to let go..

elevator to return to normal

remaining strength to pull away from Byron's arms, not daring to look into his eyes. "Th-thank

now and kept nuzzling against me. Why are you so shy now. Maeve's cheeks flushed as she retorted angrily, "I'm not shy. It was out of necessity. You told me to hold

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Byron's thin lips curled up, he heard Maeve continue, "We're about to get a divorce. It's best to avoid this kind of physical contact

His

s instantly darkened.

treated you

very kind to

dissatisfied with my identity then, right? You think I'm worse

She thought,

drivers? Isn't the real

Maeve wanted to

but she could not say anything. She bit her lip and remained silent for a long

want your Christmas

heart skipped

and his answer when he returned.

in her eyes. Even

Maeve lowered

last trace of warmth in his eyes as he looked

well. Maeve, you're

could be heard,

bit her lip hard to prevent herself from losing control of

out of the elevator. His slender

Maeve leane

Mae

that gift. I want it so badly. But I don't dare to accept it. I don't want to be treated like before, where I was merely a decorative object controlled by others, and expressing my own opinions led to being dismissed. Even, more so, I don't want to give everything and end up with only disdainful and perfunctory responses. He even tried to hide my status when introducing me in public, believing that I was not worthy. I don't want to be so

Rolls-Royce sped all the way and arrived at Starlight Pub half

In

In the Byron

others.

room on the top floor, Ray and Jarrett were already having a great time. The

open, walked to the bar expressionlessly, and took

and asked curiously, "What's going on? Did those fogies from Mcdaniel Group cause trouble for you again? That shouldn't be the case. Aren't they always severely dealt a blow by you? Would they still dare to bother you?" Holding the glass with his fingertips, Byron said in a deep and serious voice, "Let me aşk you. What does it mean when a woman loves you a lot but still wants a divorce? What

Ray said

showing a state of emotional