The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 589

Probably because it was too boring, Dark Emperor left the banquet hall halfway and waved his subordinates away.

The bloodstains on the floor had not been completely cleaned up, and the air was filled with the strong smell of blood. Dark Emperor ignored it and stepped over, walking straight up the side stairs. When the housekeeper on the fifth floor saw him, he said respectfully, "Sir, the defense minister sent a gift over. He said it was a carefully prepared surrender gift."

Dark Emperor nodded. "Okay."

The housekeeper said respectfully, "Then I'll leave you to it."

Dark Emperor coldly stepped through the door with complicated golden patterns. As he walked, he took off his black gloves. Just as he was about to remove his mask, he suddenly paused. The faint sound of suppressed breathing came into his ears. As he paused for a few seconds, the sound became sweeter and more ambiguous. It came from the other side of the bed. Dark Emperor slowly drew the pistol from his waist. His long black boots made almost no sound as they stepped on the carpet. He followed the sound silently. Step by step, he got closer and closer.

He approached the bed and lifted the draperies hanging from the edge of the palace-style bed with one hand.

Then, he quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly pressed against the girl's temple with the gun in the other hand. The next second, he was about to pull the trigger. The moonlight outside the window illuminated the figure on the bed, outlining a delicate face that wa pain.

wered in sweat and

She was only wearing a gauzy nightdress. The ribbon wrapped around her neck and shoulders and was tied loosely before her chest. It was tied in a light bow.

It was like a gift waiting to be unwrapped. It was an extremely tempting gift that emitted a cake-like fragrance.

Dark Emperor was dazed for a moment, and the killing intent in his sharp eyes quickly disappeared. Meanwhile, he threw his gun to the side and picked up the unconscious woman on the bed. "Hmm..." Maeve moaned. It was as if she was on fire. It was so hot that she felt dizzy. Her rationality was gone, and she instinctively searched for something that could relieve her discomfort.

As soon as she touched Dark Emperor's cold palm, she could not stand it anymore-and leaned against him. She subconsciously hugged his proud neck and muttered uncomfortably, "Ronny, Ronny..."

"I'm here." Byron hugged Maeve, who was rubbing against him, in his arms. The situation did not seem right. He raised his hand and pushed away the sweat-drenched hair on her face. Her face was flushed, and her delicate nose and brows were furrowed. She kept rubbing against him restlessly.

'This reaction... Byron's eyes darkened as he wondered, 'Who drugged Maeve?'

dosage was high. She was already delirious. If she held it in any longer, she would most likely bleed to death. Chapter

thought in anger, 'Who

she thought she was dreaming again. She pounced on him without a second thought. "Ronny, I want it."

His voice suddenly became hoarse and low. "You want to murder your husband?" Maeve's eyelashes fluttered as she said aggrievedly, "I feel terrible. It's not like you appear in

If I wanted to see you, I could only desperately think of your face before I

time. Even if you did, it would be a nightmare. Slowly, I don't dare

and I'm even more

heartless? You promised me that you would come back as soon as possible, but you went

tightened around her, and the heart in his chest kept trembling. He had never heard her saying such things. Byron thought, 'I know Maeve likes me but do not know how much she likes

can not wait to remove the influence this thorn has on Maeve's heart, but I hesitate because I care about her feelings. The

and kissed Maeve's dry lips. He reached into her clothes and asked hoarsely, "Do you

not answer. Her soft moan was like the best aphrodisiac, burning the slightly cold midnight air

her confusion, she held the back of Byron's head with

"I've loved you since the first

on a rainy night four years ago. It was even earlier when I was still a

and took me home, who reminded me to study hard and cooked oatmeal for me when

also love the Byron, who reunited with me later

lower. She seemed to take it as the last time. She

the good wine over the years, and the alluring spring scenery

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Chapter 589

in Byron's eyes. Nothing could compare

hunter who had completely lost his patience.

Maeve said that sentence, his rationality and almness had all gone. All he wanted was to get

two lingering shadows on it. They hugged and kissed each other fiercely and