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.

wasn't a nightmare, just Byron, And

shake the dream from her mind. Now, with Byron's words bringing it

Byron ever found out, he would never let her hear the

all day. I don't have time to sit around thinking about you," she shot back quickly, trying to cover her embarrassment. "Besides, it doesn't matter if you come back later." She was so flustered she didn't even notice the dark look

1/3

20:08 Tue, Dec 17

Chapter 459

don't miss me at all he asked, his

every day?" she replied, trying to downplay

running his tongue over the inside of his mouth as he stepped closer.

complain when Tom's voice called out from nearby.

on Byron's sleeve, her eyes silently pleading for him to

into a thin line, he walked out, Maeve following close behind with a mix of relief and

that afternoon. Tom appeared with an overwhelming stack

to see even private yachts

the cherry on top: a piece of land to develop and a massive

she was done, she was sure

wrist. "How much more

might fall off.

unfazed. "Almost done,

hadn't officially been added back into the royal family records, if she had, the pile of

behind all of this was that Tom felt sorry for Maeve and

want them. So, she split a portion off, just like Tom, and mixed it in with the pile of documents. They knew Maeve trusted them and wouldn't go through

Maeve's back, trying to cheer her on. "Once all this is signed, you'll be able to

coffee. He whispered, "Dad, if you ever want to marry Mommy, but you can't give her enough gifts, do you want me to