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."

don't have to give

"Why would I need your hand?

willing

desk, picked up his brush, and continued, "As for the price, I'll

Maeve's eyes. Her hand relaxed, and the

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table

Charles gave no response

him further, Marve turned

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

glance. "Anyone too afraid of death isn't

not surprised at all. Realization dawned on

smiled faintly and said. "Mr. Chatterly, you indeed have quite the

of surprise appeared on Charles' calm

long silence, he spoke again in a voice that

only met my grandfather once. How

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

light brown eyes were

through the world

more like

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

I knew I was facing the

"So, you were just putting on

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

""Get out."

nodded and

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

the silver hair he

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.

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the mask into the trash

a

"Interesting."