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,

on stools,

herb now?"

bitter. And you know Mom hates anything bitter,"

soup milky white yet? Else we'll have

have a taste," said Theo, as he moved to the

lit up. "Dad must

Theo ran to answer the door, but instead of Byron, he

man in front, John, wore a brown suit with a golden medal on his chest, giving

are you?"

greeted with a warm smile. "My name is Connor Elliott. I'm your neighbor. We just returned from traveling abroad

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

There's no need for gifts. We'll be good

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of your parents home?