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 good to

already figured that

hate it. Too

but she was too exhausted to argue. Her flushed face sank into the pillow as she mumbled a few insults, but they quickly faded as her strength gave out. Soon

on all night, and by noon the next day, Maeve could barely move. Her legs were sore, her back

cursed Byron, pushing through the discomfort as she got up to wash. She was brushing her teeth

my clothes all the way there?" Maeve asked, spitting out the toothpaste.

slipped up with the wrong name at any

in a mess.

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

there's no way she would've let

grinned. "Finish up, change,

nodded. As she rinsed, her gaze fell on an ointment sitting on the sink. It looked oddly familiar, and before she could ask, Byron spoke again. "I already put some

sore.

when she finally understood. "I don't need you to explain! Get

walked out, clicking his

face still burning. After washing up, she changed, folded her clothes from the night before, and set them aside to take care of after