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.

had that wasn't a nightmare, just Byron, And the kind of dream that was way too embarrassing to

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

ever found out, he would never let her hear the end of it. There was no way she was admitting

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

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me at all he asked, his voice low

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

over the inside

voice called out from nearby. "Will. Theo, where

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

into a thin line, he walked out, Maeve following close behind with

an overwhelming stack of transfer documents for Maeve

estate, cars, jewelry-she skimmed through, stunned to see even private

on top: a piece of land

already cramping. By the time she was done, she was sure her name could easily land on the world's richest

groaned, rubbing her sore wrist. "How much more do you

her chair, feeling like her hand might fall off. No one told her that too much wealth came with

smiled, unfazed. "Almost done,

royal family records, if she

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

she split a portion off, just like Tom, and mixed it in with the pile of documents. They knew Maeve trusted

here!" Theo massaged Maeve's back, trying to cheer her on. "Once all this is signed,

sofa, sipping his coffee. He whispered, "Dad, if you ever want to marry Mommy, but you can't give her enough gifts, do you want me to help you out?" Will was considered pretty loaded,