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

I need your hand? To make

are you willing to

Mr. Mcdaniel tomorrow." Charles walked back to his desk, picked

relaxed, and the

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it up and placed it back on the table before

Charles gave no response

him further,

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

glance. "Anyone too afraid

was not surprised at all.

"Mr. Chatterly,

appeared on Charles' calm

he spoke again in a voice that suddenly seemed

met my grandfather once. How

his back.

brown eyes were

right through the world as if nothing truly

Instead, he looked more like a demon

spent 30 minutes painting without bending your back or showing any strain. I suspected then that you

my hand, I knew I was

you were just putting on a

knew who you were from the beginning. I would have made

""Get out."

and left the

and ran a finger along the edge of his jaw. After a moment, he peeled away a layer of thin,

off the silver

He had 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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mask into the trash

and a

"Interesting."