The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 557

Chapter 557

Of course, she had no way of knowing that this man had already placed her above his own life, long before he ever fell in love with her.

"Byron" Marve turned and buried her face into his warm neck, her voice low and uncertain. "Let's call a truce, okay?"

Then, as if afraid he might misinterpret, she added quickly, "And no, I'm not saying this out of guilt."

Byron thought, "I would have to be a fool to believe her.

This woman clearly made up her mind to cut ties with me entirely. If it wasn't for guilt gnawing at her, there is no way her resolve would crumble so fast.

When he didn't respond, Marve glanced up at him, testing his rection. "I mean it. Don't you believe me?"

"I believe you." Byron replied without much conviction, his tones flat as his expression. "Now, can you get some sleep?"

Maeve stared at him, fuming. Of course, he doesn't believe me, he thought.

Annoyed, she pulled away, the frustration etched on her face. She had summoned every ounce of courage to reach out and reconcile, and yet he still thought she was pitying him. She thought. Seriously, just look at him. Even lying there, tall and imposing as ever, he doesn't have a shred of pitiful in

hum.

The investigation report on the fire soon landed in Byron's hands.

The fire had been caused by a cigarette butt dropped onto a blanket, now charred beyond recognition, leaving no DNA evidence behind.

The street, slated for demolition, had no surveillance cameras. I was practically deserted, meaning there were no witnesses.

It all seemed like an accident.

If Maeve had perished in the fire, no one would have known she'd been drugged and abandoned in that crumbling building. The case might have been written off as an unfortunate mishap. Another message came through from Byron's investigators. After reading it, he waited for Maeve to finish her medicine before speaking. "The arsonist committed suicide at home" "What?" Maeve almost choked on her water. "Are you sure it was him?"

"There was no evidence of anyone else at the scene. Byron said, his tone dark and contemplative. "But it's possible someone forced his hand."

He shifted gears abruptly. "Either way, it's not safe to stay here. Tomorrow, we'll head back to Kleymond."

Maeve nodded hurriedly. She had no arguments there.

the shadows, she was as good as a sitting duck if she

least Kleymond offered

to wash away the bitterness of the pill, a fleeting thought of Theo's concoctions

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that didn't taste like

like a warm lug

grabbed the burn ointment and headed to

the mirror for a while, she paused, frustration mounting. "Why am I making this so

just ask Byron to apply the medicine for me,

Turping her back

voice tightened, his eyes caught

reach the burn on my back. Help me put this on," Maeveld matter-of-factly. "And be

pressed his lips into a thin line, taking the ointment from her hand. "You're awfully bold,

have blushed and fumbled for ages, too embarrassed

acted like he was no

is still a lion, but one that can't

have nothing to fear.

So why hold back?"

she reached back and

bourice before her arms crossed in front to shield herself, unwittingly amplifying the

covered herself well, unaware that her

to leave my mark on Maeve's

eyes darkened, a storm of desire

his gaze and

severe, but her back still flared red, the angry hue a sharp contrast

pale skin like a single ember glowing

Maeve couldn't shake a strange, restless discomfort

exactly pain, but she

unpredictable and unrelenting, stirring a chain reaction that left

her mouth to tell him to be more careful but hesitated,

than she did. He didn't need her words to notice the subtle shifts, the

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