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."

I don't have to

would I need

willing to help

his desk, picked up

filled Maeve's eyes. Her hand relaxed, and

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table before saying to Charles, who had resumed painting

Charles gave no response

pressing him further,

a question. If you never planned to take my hand, then why make that demand?" It was as if he wanted

too afraid of death

surprised at all. Realization

and said. "Mr. Chatterly, you

appeared on Charles'

again in a voice that suddenly seemed

only met my grandfather

his slender figure after he straightened his back. A strange blend of

brown

through the world as if

looked more like a

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

my hand, I knew I was facing the miracle doctor

you were just putting on a show

who you were from the beginning. I would have made the same choice. Charles studied

""Get out."

and

shut, Charles put down his brush and ran a finger along the edge of his jaw. After a moment,

the

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 seem almost dangerously alluring.

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the mask into the trash

through, he paused, and a

"Interesting."