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

would I need

willing to help

tomorrow." Charles walked back to his desk, picked up his brush, and continued, "As for the price, I'll decide that

Her hand relaxed, and the knife clattered to the

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

Charles gave no response

pressing him further,

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

sidelong glance. "Anyone too afraid of death isn't worth my

this. Maeve was not surprised at all.

smiled faintly and said. "Mr. Chatterly, you

of surprise appeared on Charles' calm face in

in a voice that suddenly

my grandfather once. How can you

his slender figure after he straightened his back. A

brown eyes

look right through the world

he looked more like a demon who was used

truthfully. "You spent 30 minutes painting without bending

asked for my hand, I knew I was facing the miracle

turned gloomy. "So, you were just putting

"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

""Get out."

nodded and left the

a finger along the edge

the silver hair

skin was pale, and he looked cold. 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. His hair fell all the way to his waist, yet he didn't look feminine. It gave him the air of an ancient, carefree

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mask into the trash can

he paused, and a

"Interesting."