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.

someone lurking in the shadows, she was as good as a sitting

Kleymond offered some semblance of

the bitterness of the pill, a fleeting thought of Theo's

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didn't taste

brews tasted like a warm lug compared to his bitter hospital

the burn ointment

a while, she paused, frustration mounting. "Why am I

can just ask Byron to apply the medicine for me, might as

the bathroom, walking straight to Byron. Turping her back

you doing?" Byron's voice tightened, his eyes caught guard by the sight

the burn on my back. Help me put this on,"

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

fumbled for ages, too

he was incapacitated, she acted like

is still a lion, but one that

have nothing to fear.

So why hold back?"

back and unned the strap holding her

gave a slight bourice before her arms crossed in

that her half-concealed

need to leave my mark

narrow eyes darkened, a storm of desire threatening to break

lowered his gaze and

weren't too severe, but her back still flared red, the angry hue a sharp

against her pale skin like a

shake a strange, restless discomfort creeping through

wasn't exactly pain, but she couldn't

build within her, unpredictable and unrelenting, stirring a chain reaction that left

to be more careful but hesitated, wondering

had forgotten. Byron knew her body better than she did. He didn't need her words to notice the subtle shifts, the

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