The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 198

"Wait!" Maeve hurriedly called out as Charles was about to turn around and leave. Almost immediately, she said, "One hand, right? I'll do it!"

Charles paused. He narrowell his eyes and looked at the pale-faced Maeve, who was pretending to be calm. Suddenly, he smiled.

He then pointed to the fruit knife on the table. Are you sure?

Maeve bit her lip and did not answer right away. Her mind raced, but eventually, she grabbed the knife.

Her right hand was still sore from preparing the paint just now, and it trembled slightly as she held the knife.

In one swift, decisive motion, she closed her eyes and prepared to slice into her left hand.

But the expected pain never came.

Instead, a cool hand had gripped her wrist.

Maeve opened her eyes in shock and saw Charles who was now standing before her. He said in confusion, "You..."

"Ms. Reese, if I'm not mistaken, you're doing this for someone else." Charles' voice was hoarse and utterly cold. You're giving up your hand to save someone else? Are you out of your mind?" Maeve barely registered the harshness in his tone, but she was not angry.

Perhaps it was because she hadn't eaten for too long, and she felt emotionally numb.

She did not have the strength to think further.

Hence, when she heard this, she remained calm. "Doctors save lives in exchange for payment. Sometimes it's money. sometimes it's something even more valuable."

believe this is a fair trade, and I'm willing to pay whatever it takes. It's the result that matters, not who it's for."

Maeve might not have realized it, but she sounded ruthless when she said that

Being ruthless was one thing.

But it was pretty scary to see someone behaving so ruthlessly while being sober.

Charles eyes darkened.

Perhaps she had convinced him, or maybe he had his reasons. Either way, he released her wrist and muttered indifferently. "Fine, you pass."

looked stunned. "You mean... I don't have to give up my

"Why would I need your hand? To

are you willing to help

his desk, picked up his brush,

Maeve's eyes. Her hand relaxed,

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it up and placed it back on the table before saying to Charles, who had resumed painting again.

Charles gave no response

him further, Marve turned to

door of the study, she suddenly thought of something. Then, she turned around and asked. "I have a question. If you never planned to take my hand, then why make that demand?" It was as if he wanted

cast her a sidelong glance. "Anyone too afraid

this. Maeve was not surprised at all. Realization

faintly and said. "Mr. Chatterly, you indeed have

of surprise appeared on

again in a voice that

only met my grandfather once. How can you

observed his slender figure after he straightened his back. A strange blend of cynicism and detachment emanated from

light brown

seemed to look right through the world as if nothing truly

more like a demon who was used

pursed her lips and answered truthfully. "You spent 30 minutes painting without bending your back or showing any strain. I suspected then that

hand, I knew I was facing

"So, you were just putting

thinking. Even if I knew who you were from the beginning. I would have made the same

""Get out."

and left the

ran a finger along the edge of his jaw. After a moment,

took off the silver

dark brows as fine as willow leaves, eyes that glinted like starlight, and a single red mole under his left eye-a touch of crimson that made his sharp, haunted features

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the mask into the trash can

paused, and a smirk

"Interesting."