The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 459

Macve's face flushed even redder as she reached up to cover the mark on her neck, shooting Byron a sharp look. Her voice came out softer than she intended. "Stop messing around." Byron's eyes gleamed with amusement as he brushed a strand of hair off her cheek. His tone was low and teasing. "Messing around? And what exactly do you mean by that?" Maeve stammered, "Just what you did just now."

"I kissed my girlfriend," he said smoothly. "That's normal. Perfectly acceptable. What's wrong with that?"

"Not fiancée?" she shot back, her eyes narrowing just slightly.

Byron's lips twitched, a hint of a smile breaking through. His voice dropped to a playful drawl. "Ah, yes. Fiancée. My mistake."

Maeve stared at him, knowing he was doing it on purpose but too flustered to argue. She pressed against his arm, signaling she wanted to leave.

Instead of letting her go, he held her firmly in place. His grip wasn't forceful, but it was enough to make it clear she wasn't going anywhere. "No need to rush," he said lightly. "Let's stay a little longer." Maeve tensed, narrowing her eyes. "What are you planning now? We're outside. If you try anything and someone sees..."

Byron raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. "Try anything? Maeve, you're the one jumping to conclusions. Or..." His grin turned wicked. "Are you secretly hoping I'll do something to you here?"

Her jaw dropped. He was the one who pulled her into this maze, and now he was acting like she was the one with ideas.

After not seeing him for a few days, she couldn't help but wonder if he'd taken a crash course in shamelessness.

"You're unbelievable," she hissed. "If that were true, would you still look so unhappy? Mr. McDaniel, holding it in doesn't seem to suit you."

Byron blinked, momentarily caught off guard by her boldness.

Then his grin deepened, and he leaned closer, bracing his hands on either side of her against the hedge. His warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "You seem awfully familiar with what it means to hold back. Tell me, Maeve..."

His words faded into a low murmur, too quiet to hear clearly but enough to make her heart race. His breath brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Her ears turned scarlet, and she looked away, her lashes trembling. "I don't!" she blurted, though her voice wasn't as steady as she'd hoped.

her, pulling up the first dream she'd had that wasn't a nightmare, just Byron, And the

her mind. Now, with Byron's words bringing it all back, her face turned

would never let her hear the end of it. There was no way she was

back quickly, trying to cover her embarrassment. "Besides, it doesn't matter if you come back later."

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Chapter 459

miss me at all he asked,

we do a video call every day?" she replied, trying to

then grinned, running his tongue over the inside of

when Tom's voice called

Maeve tugged on Byron's sleeve, her eyes silently pleading for him to leave before they

sighed, reluctantly letting it go-for now. With his lips pressed into a thin line, he walked out, Maeve following

Tom appeared with an overwhelming stack of transfer documents for Maeve to

to see even private yachts and islands included in

cherry on top: a piece of

at the papers, her hand already cramping. By the time she was done, she was sure her name could

her sore wrist. "How

her hand might fall off. No

done, just

the royal family records, if

for Maeve and

her daughter, but she was worried Maeve wouldn't want them. So, she split a portion off, just like Tom, and mixed it in with the pile of

Maeve's back, trying to cheer

sipping his coffee. He whispered, "Dad, if you ever want to marry Mommy, but