The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 146

Every was no exception.

girl hoped to be remembered in the best light by the person she liked, and Mac

When her face was first injured, she still had the mood to joke around with Bonnie. But as the days passed and the wound showed no signs of healing, she began to feel an underlying anxiety that it might leave a permanent scar. It was the last image she wanted Byron to see.

"Don't touch it." Byron frowned and reprimanded, gripping Marye's wrist to prevent her from reaching her scar. "Your hands have a lot of bacteria on them. Do you want to ruin your face?"

With her eyes red, Maeve turned her head, only to be forcibly tuned back by his grip on her chin. Frustrated, she glared at him fiercely. "What do you want? Is it amusing to tease me? Do you want to see me in such a terrible state?" As she spoke, her voice caught in her throat. In a burst of anger, she bit down hard on his thumb.

Byron watched her silently, neither moving nor stopping her. It wasn't until he noticed her grip loosening that he coldly said. "What's the point of wearing something like that?"

Feeling bold. Maeve said, "I can wear it if I want to! It's none of your business!"

To her surprise, Byron didn't get angry; instead, he laughed. "I can't control you, but who do you want to be in charge? That pretty boy?"

"That's my freedom. Don't you think you're overstepping? Macve looked straight into his deep eyes. "I haven't interfered with you and Karen, so why do you feel you can control me!*

The air in the car froze for a moment. Byron's grip on her chin varied between gentle and firm. After a moment, he said coldly. Just because you're in the same household as me does that reason suffice?"

Maeve had expected him to say, "I'm yound, so I have the right to control you Hearing his words instead nearly choked her. She thought, 'What kind of reason is that?"

She didn't want to argue with him over something so trivial and reached for the veil beside her. With a quick flick of his fingers, Byron sent the veil straight into the trash can.

"Byron Mcdaniel!" Maeve was furious. "Is this how you want to see me humiliated? What exactly am I doing to bother you? Haven't you already taken enough revenge for Karen!" It felt like he was twisting the knife when Karen was already bullying Byron's deep eyes fixed on her. "Am I taking revenge for Karen? Maeve Reese, do you have any conscience left?

in silence, her eyes red and puffy, the corners tinged with a hint of pink. Byron closed his eyes briefly, suppressing the frustration that surged within him. He said in a low voice, "The

was drawn to that point, and she furrowed her brows, asking, "How do you know my wound has been getting worse?" She thought, He had only

several seconds. "If your wound hasn't been getting worse, why hasn't it healed by

right. She thought, 'But didn't I know that veils could harbor bacteria and shouldn't be worn for long periods? I wouldn't want to cover my face like this if I had a choice. With that thought, she scoffed, "Karen did this to my face, and while I've

it because Mr. Mcdaniel wants to see me again, or do you need something from me as your nominal wife? You can say it outright.

glint seeped into the depths of Byron's eyes, resembling an icy, shadowy pool "You think I'm

08:18 Wed, Oct 23

Chapter 146

insincere?"

the case? As soon as the words left her

the car. As Byron's capable assistant, Archer couldn't stand by and watch; he cautiously said, "Ms. Reese, you might have misunderstood Mr. Mcdaniel. He has been extremely busy with company affairs these past few

cutting him off before he

his seat.

momentarily froze as she thought, 'Reinvestigating the kidnapping? Is Byron looking into the kidnapping case again? Didn't he already

the driver's timid voice came from

are we? Maeve instinctively glanced

caught her eye was a series of beautifully arranged flower arches flanked by expansive grassy areas and topiary sculptures, all surrounding a grand double-tiered fountain in the center. The car stopped before an emerald green townhouse, its modern-style eaves

Byron, "Why did you

even glance up, his tone as cold as ever. "Bringing you

move in. The only place that could be called his home was this one.

Byron exited the car and approached

reflecting

gaze softened as he looked at her scar; he said, "I have a star on my back that's

on your back!" Maeve grumbled in

replied, his expression unwavering. "Would you stop being yourself just because of a scar? No matter if there's a scar,