The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 336

Byron tugged the blanket down, revealing Maeve with her eyes squeezed shut like she was fast asleep. But the way her eyelids twitched gave her away.

He pulled her close, his rough voice whispering by her car. "Great, if you're asleep, I can keep going. I'm not done yet."

Maeve stayed still for a second, but when she realized he wasn't joking, she shot her eyes open and shoved his shoulder in frustration. "You don't even let me sleep! Are you even human?"

Byron caught her wrist easily, twisting it behind her back as he pulled her onto his lap. She was stuck, unable to move as his lips brushed along the soft curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Completely overpowered, Maeve felt her body go limp in his arms. Her energy drained, completely at his mercy. Compared to him, she felt small, trapped in his strength.

He could hold both her wrists with one hand, no problem. Her back was pressed firmly against his chest, her heartbeat picking up.

Feeling a growing discomfort, Maeve furrowed her brows and squirmed a little in his arms. "If you're going to torture me, just get it over with. Why keep me hanging like this?"

"Answer me first." His voice was hoarse as he pressed her knee down, keeping her still. "Why did you hide it from me?"

Maeve huffed. "I wasn't trying to hide it. I promised Jaylen I wouldn't tell anyone."

"You're really

already figured that

hate it. Too bad," he finally

the pillow as she mumbled a few insults, but they quickly faded as her strength gave out. Soon enough, she couldn't find the words to fight

next day, Maeve could barely move. Her legs were sore, her back ached, and she felt like

wash. She was brushing her teeth when Byron strolled in and

there?" Maeve asked, spitting out the toothpaste. "Are Will and... Leo even

for that fake name; she could've slipped up with the wrong name at any moment and

in a mess.

really think they're still sleeping like you?" Maeve shot

Saturday, there's no way she would've let

Byron grinned. "Finish

ointment sitting on the sink. It looked oddly familiar, and before she could ask, Byron spoke again. "I already put some on for you. You don't

wasn't like she was seriously hurt-just sore. The ointment was just to ease

went beet-red when she finally understood. "I don't need you to explain!

and walked out, clicking his tongue

the mirror, her face still burning. After washing up, she changed, folded her clothes from the night