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 give up

I need your hand?

willing to help

walked back to his desk, picked up his

relaxed, and the knife

09:07 Mon, Oct 28

Chapter 198

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

Charles gave no response

him further, Marve 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

too afraid of death isn't worth my

surprised at all.

faintly and said. "Mr. Chatterly,

of surprise appeared on Charles' calm face

in a voice that

my grandfather once. How

figure after he straightened his back.

brown eyes were

to look right through the world as if nothing truly

looked more like a demon who was

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

you asked for my hand, I knew I was

turned gloomy. "So, you were just

all," Maeve responded, "I figured out who you were, but I had no idea what you were thinking. Even if I knew who you were from the beginning. I would have made the same choice. Charles studied her calm and beautiful face for a long time before

""Get out."

and

a finger along the edge of his jaw. After

the silver

like starlight, and a single red mole under his left eye-a touch of crimson that

Mon, Oct 28

Chapter 198

casually threw the mask into the trash can and

a smirk tugged

"Interesting."