The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 438

In a dazed, half-awake state, Byron froze. No one had ever called him "Ronny" before. His friends simply called him "Byron" and others called him "Mr. Mcdaneil." Byron was unused to the gentleness in Maeve's voice.

Before Byron could react, Maeve pressed her lips to his collar, letting them drift over his Adam's apple, sending a spark through him that felt like fire igniting.

Byron's eyes darkened as he turned her beneath him, his kisses intense and insistent. The warmth of his skin made Maeve shiver, and she clutched his arm as he whispered in her ear, "Close your eyes and trust me." His voice was low, magnetic, almost coaxing. "Say my name."

Maeve's cheeks flushed as she whispered, "Ronny." The moment her voice fell, Byron tightened his grip on her ankle, his touch both possessive and gentle. Maeve closed her eyes, letting herself be swept up in the moment.

Afterward, exhaustion overtook her, and Maeve fell into a deep sleep before Byron even had a chance to carry her back to bed. He tucked her under the covers, adjusted the room's temperature, and set the humidifier before quietly sitting beside her, watching her peaceful face.

She must have been truly worn out, for she slept very soundly, her cheeks flushed, her breathing steady Byron's gaze softened, though a hint of cold determination remained as he thought of Fiora, thinking that a simple demotion to a maid was too light a punishment.

*****

The next morning, the twins woke early, eager to see Byron when he returned around noon to take them to visit Maeve. They'd been busy the past few days, finishing homework and preparing medicinal recipes to help their mother recover.

In the kitchen, three pots simmered, filling the air with the rich aroma of herbs and spices,

kids were perched on stools,

add this herb

it later, it'll be more effective but super bitter. And you know Mom hates anything bitter," Theo reasoned.

Else we'll

a taste," said Theo, as he moved to the pot of fish soup to taste it, but the

lit up.

Theo ran to answer the door, but

golden medal

are you?"

young man," John greeted with a warm smile. "My name is Connor Elliott. I'm your neighbor. We just

hands behind his back, quickly assessed the situation. Living in an affluent area, neighbors rarely socialized, and

meet you, sir. There's no need for gifts. We'll be good

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tried again. "Is either of your parents home? I actually have