The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 431

Maeve had never met anyone pettier than Byron. One teasing comment, and he'd punished her the whole night.

Erancia's moon at four in the morning was bright and round.

Later, Byron carried Maeve back to bed, wrapped her in his arms, and rested his chin on her freshly dried hair, closing his eyes in contentment,

Exhausted, Maeve lay still, too tired to even move her fingers. Sleepily, she asked, "So, when are you leaving?"

There was no way he could stay here forever. Her body, especially her waist, couldn't keep up with him.

Maeve wasn't sure where Byron found the energy. He worked long days, yet still managed to keep her up all night.

"Why? Want me to leave?" Byron's voice was a low rasp, laced with lingering desire, and it made her heart skip.

Maeve had already been swept away by his charm far too many times that night. He'd only seemed to grow more intense since they'd cleared the air between them last time, especially in certain ways.

Maeve shrank back. "No, I was just curious about your sudden visit. What about work back home?"

Byron pulled her closer, his voice soft. "The company won't fall apart if I take some time off. The Mcdaniel Group is becoming more international, so I'll be traveling more. I came out a bit early this time, just to check in."

There were still loose ends. Business espionage didn't end just because one spy was caught. If there was one mole, there were likely more.

Maeve listened quietly before asking, "So, where do you get all this energy?"

"Hm?"

"Aren't you tired?"

'petty' woman doesn't think I'm only here

alone instead of acting

deep, dreamless rest. Despite the

at Trazir headquarters, he took the kids to his office again, just as he had the day before. Though the kids preferred to stay with her,

little ones giving her puppy-dog eyes as she left. It was good for them to spend time with their father. Relationships needed nurturing, especially

faint laughter from inside and paused

conversation.

another gold-digger using her looks to get ahead." "Sandy, isn't that a bit harsh? Maeve was a royal designer, after all. Knowing Mr. Richard doesn't make her a

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one woman said,

before you speak," one

we're supposed to support each other. Trashing her without proof just

were women, who were intelligent

Sandy's face reddened with anger

and without hesitation, raised her hand and slapped Sandy across the face. Sandy's face

room fell silent, everyone frozen in

clutched her swollen cheek.