The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 112

Chapter 113

Maeve thought, Kiss him? Here?

She was utterly shocked, with her cheeks and palms flushed. Herglistening eyes avoided meeting Byron's gaze.

She

he said,

"No-

However, Byron did not give her a chance to finish talking. He raised her chin and pressed his lips against her soft red lips without hesitation

Macve's heart raced. Her lower lip that he was kissing seemed to have an electric current running through it, spreading throughout her entire body. It was exceptionally tingling and numb. From the comer of her eye, she saw the maid pass by the living room door. Her heart was in her throat.

Fortunately, the maid did not come in.

Maeve heaved a sigh of relief and suddenly felt a pain on her lips.

Byron

was dissatisfied with her absent-mindedness, so he bit her as a form of punishment. Then, knowing when to stop before things got worse, he let her go.

"It hurts" Maeve said, staring at him with tearful eyes and covering her mouth with her hand. "I didn't even agree to it." You said nothing, so I'd have to take it myself," Byron said meaningfully. "You expect me to reason with you, huh?" "People who don't reason are hooligans," Maeve said angrily. "I wanted to lose to Gilbert just now, but you messed it up and even asked me for a reward. With that said, , she

ran

in a huff and went to the bathroom to wash her face lest Gilbert notice which would make her even more embarrassed. anything unusual but of the living room

Unfortunately, she made a mistake in judgment.

The maid who had passed by earlier immediately told Gilbert about the two of them kissing in the living room.

Gilbert was in a good mood, so much so that he even had an extra serving of food for dinner.

His body was not as strong as before. Not long after dinner, he went upstairs to rest.

Maeve followed Beron to the second floor and came to his room.

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of clothes when she came, so she had no choice but to make do with Byron's clothes for now. She would then hand the clothes she changed out of to the maid to wash and dry, intending to wear them when she

she wore Byron's clothes, wearing them while sober felt completely

a long while before mustering

in the room, Byron sat there reading a book. The warm orange glow of the

quickly went over to lift the blanket on the bed before lying

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an indifferent glance and asked,

said grumpily, "What do you take me for?

time.

ume.

turned a page and said indifferently. "Is that

head out of the blanket and glared at him. "You don't

sure. Shall I

"try" seemed to carry a suggestive and

spoke in that teasing tone again, making Maeve's ears flush. She glared at him with anger she wasn't

Mcdaniel, you are not going

his knees, and turned his head to look at her. "Why should I sleep on the sofa! This seems

share a bed,

bathroom.

her mention divorce, his jaw

moment. Before she registered his words, the light above her head went out, plunging the surroundings into darkness. Right

"Mr. Mcdaniel, what are

at Maeve in the dim light, as if through a thin veil. Her flushed face seemed

the scent of my usual shampoo is in her

to become intense. He tightened his grip on

Maeve's

raced. Her toes involuntarily pressed against the bedsheet, quickly causing it

asked in a serious voice by her ear, "I'll give you another chance. Do you

divorce?

divorce?

She suddenly could not bring herself to say the

out her conflicted feelings, he

so good at chess. Who did you

Maeve thought, My Maeve...

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