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.

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

Kleymond offered some semblance

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

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didn't taste

thought, "Theo's brews tasted like a warm lug compared to his

grabbed the burn ointment and

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

ask Byron to apply the medicine for me, might as well lake advantage

out of the bathroom, walking straight to Byron. Turping her back to him, she lifted

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

my back. Help me put this on," Maeveld

thin line, taking the ointment from her hand. "You're awfully bold, aren't

have blushed and fumbled for ages, too embarrassed to let him

was incapacitated, she acted

thought, An injured lion is still

have nothing to fear.

So why hold back?"

cap, she reached back and unned the strap

bourice before her arms crossed in front to

herself well, unaware that her half-concealed state was

but think, I need to leave my mark on Maeve's skin,

dry. His sharp, narrow eyes darkened, a storm of desire threatening to

lowered his gaze and began applying the ointment, his movements deliberate

flared red,

skin like a single ember glowing in

Maeve couldn't shake a strange, restless discomfort

she couldn't pinpoint what it

build within her, unpredictable and unrelenting, stirring

mouth to tell him to be more careful but hesitated,

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

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