The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 488

If Clem heard that, he would probably have to wear sunglasses to talk to her freely in the future, thought Maeve again.

Maeve complained inwardly but answered, "He's an older friend from my neighbor when I was young."

"Oh. Byron narrowed his eyes. His cold tone was ambiguous as he said, "Childhood sweethearts."

On the surface, his voice was as calm as the sea level, without any fluctuations.

In fact, his palm, which gripped the back of Maeve's neck, was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, silently venting his dissatisfaction.

"No..." Maeve's voice was muffled. The back of her waist was weak from his grip. She wanted to avoid his hand but could not escape his strong shackles. She was like a pitiful, helpless, and immobile cat.

"He's just a childhood playmate. His family moved away in less than two years, and we lost contact. We met again two years ago when we were abroad. He helped me a lot. We happened to meet here tonight, so we chatted a little more." It was Clem who helped them when they couldn't get out.

Only then would they rekindle their childhood friendship and interact more.

However, Clem was busy. He was in Chris Continent most of the time. They rarely saw each other throughout the year.

You have a crush in the past and a childhood sweetheart. Ms. Reese, your love history is so rich." Byron lowered his eyes and asked casually. "When will you teach me?"

"I've said we're not childhood sweethearts," Maeve said unhappily. Suddenly, she thought of something and looked up at him to ask, "Byron, are you... jealous?"

Thinking carefully, every word he said just now seemed to have a strong smell of jealousy. It's just that I was caught off guard and my thinking was dull for a while, so I didn't notice it, thought Maeve.

Byron's eyes suddenly darkened as soon as she said so.

It was as if he could see the signs Maeve was about to push her luck.

He let go of the hand holding the back of her neck and slowly straightened his upper body. Together with the pressure that was approaching Maeve, he gradually distanced himself.

Maeve stared at him intently, trying to get a clue from his expression.

However, when Byron realized he had lost his composure, the true emotions he revealed were quickly hidden deep in his heart. Then, he put on a casual expression.

"Interesting. Byron retorted. "You're my fiancée, but you've been in close contact with other men. Do you think I don't have the right to verify it?"

her lips. "So you're not

-Nonsense"

Maeve pretended to be relieved. "I'm going to have a meal with him tomorrow. I was afraid you would be jealous and mind it. I

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don't mind?'thought

a little disappointed. She thought Byron would be a little jealous, but

same thing has happened to Molly... will he still be so calm?' thought

the ceiling lights had all been extinguished, leaving only the bedside lamp emitting an ambiguous dim light. She sat by the bed and watched as Byron undid his tie and approached her step by step. Her heart suddenly

ears were

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extremely indifferent, making a strong contrast with his unhurried action of taking off his shirt to

lofty immortal had stepped into the mortal world and was wrapped

were like hooks in a chain,

her into the abyss and sink

have the time to admire his perfect abdominal muscles before her. She hurriedly turned around and

might kill her on the bed tonight if she didn't

go blank as soon as she turned

you've given him the time during the day, I want one night. It's not too much, is it?" Before Maeve

she heard her

sweat but

Her slender fingertips uncontrollably left eye-catching marks on Byron's back

bit his shoulder. The faint

He said meaningfully, "You don't want it? Then

eyelashes, which were wet with tears, kept trembling. She looked at him aggrievedly and endured the discomfort as she trembled and left his

was not easy for her to succeed. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, blocking all her voice. The

to you," said

been deceived once again proved how untrustworthy