The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve kicked John in his groin. That was her answer.

"Oh no!" shouted John in pain.

The tone of his voice changed. He twisted his legs, and he clutched his manhood as he lay on the floor. He was twitching all

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Maeve took this opportunity to escape. Unexpectedly, she bumped into a wall when she opened the door. She felt a sharp pain at the tip of her nose, and tears flowed out of the corners of her eyes "Maeve?"

Maeve touched her slightly painful nose. When she heard a familiar deep voice, she blinked her watery eyes and looked up.

A handsome face entered her line of sight.

Maeve's heart skipped a beat, and she took two steps back to look at him. "Byron?"

"Why are you here?" Byron looked past her and into the changing room. He paused for a few seconds on John who was moaning in pain. Byron asked her, "What's going on?"

Maeve bit her lip. "I came here to change my clothes, but this man suddenly barged in and treated me as a cleaner. He even forced me to sleep with him tonight. Then he started to be rough with me, so I kicked him." "He barged in when you were changing? Byron's expression suddenly turned cold. He looked at John as if he was looking at a dead person.

"No, I have already changed when he came in," replied Maeve.

Byron's expression did not soften. He took out his phone and tapped on the screen a few times. In less than five minutes, Archer rushed over and dragged John out with his bodyguards.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, how should we deal with this person?" Archer asked respectfully,

"Throw him out. Don't let me see him in Kleymond again."

"Will do," answered Archer.

After the bodyguards left, Byron looked at Maeve beside him and realized that she had been staring at Archer. Byron suddenly felt a little unhappy.

"Why are you staring at Archer? Is he very good-looking?"

Upon hearing his boss' slightly displeased question, a cold sweat broke out on Archer's forehead

He wondered, "Why is Ms. Reese staring at me for no reason? Did I do anything wrong? Or did I comb my hair so neat that Ms. Reese thinks I look handsome today? It isn't my fault that I am handsome.'

Maeve just didn't expect that Archer wasn't Byron's colleague, but his subordinate. So she took a few more glances. However, there was no need for her to explain.

"These are my eyes, I can look at whoever I want, Maeve said calmly. Tim going down now. Mr. Mcdaniel, please help yourself."

Archer was shocked by Maeve's bold attitude in front of Byron and broke out in a cold sweat for her.

The last person who dared to talk to Mr. Mcdaniel like this was already in deep shit.

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Byron did not appear annoyed. He crossed his arms and said coldly, "Are you planning to go down wearing cleaning uniform?"

Only then did Maeve remember the cleaning uniform she was wearing. She stopped in her tracks and was a little angry

"Who did you come with?" Byron asked again.

"Alex. Is that a problem?" Maeve subconsciously replied.

In the end, she realized that Byron was looking at her with a faint smile. "He brought you here wearing this kind of clothes "The gown I was wearing earlier had wine stains. The waitress gave me this cleaning uniform. What does it have to do with Hearing how protective she was of Alex, Byron's eyes were filled with mockery. "Have you been with him for the past two days?"

"So what if Fam?" answered Maeve.

"Maeve, have you forgotten what warning I gave you before?" Byron's voice turned emotionless, and his aura became more oppressive.

Archer immediately knew what to do. He hurriedly moved out and prevented anyone from approaching. He would protect the secret of his boss falling in love with a married woman.

Maeve did not answer Byron's question. She calmly turned around and walked into the changing room.

Byron's eyes turned cold. He strode forward and carried her up by the waist.

"What are you doing?" Marve's legs were in the air as she grabbed his suit jacket in fear.

Byron didn't say anything and threw her onto the sofa. He placed his hands on the side of Maeve's face and leaned over.

Maeve wanted to get up, but she was pressed back down. Marve was instantly enraged. "Byron Mcdaniel, what exactly do you want!"

"I should be the one asking you this." Byron lifted her chin. "You were so needy when you had a fever, and I had to cook porridge for you and look after you. After you recovered, you just left like that? Maeve Reese, this is the first time I've seen such a heartless weman like you."

To think that Byron had specially driven out to buy Maeve's favorite cake to appease her emotions that day. However, he returned to an empty house.

The terrace where the flower racks and vegetable pots had been emptied and even the pillows were taken from the sofa.

Byron originally wanted to Maeve back and teach her a lesson. However, he felt that there was no need. If he spoiled her too much, it would only make her more disrespectful. Macye's chin hurt from Byron's grip. She frowned and retorted, Didn't I take care of you when you were injured previously? Let's call it even. We don't owe each other anything" "Well said," Byron scoffed. "You want to draw a clear boundary between us?"

Maeve did not answer. Her eyelashes fluttered. In Byron's eyes, it was a tacit agreement.

He pinched her small chin and forced her to look at him. He said coldly, "Maeve, do you really want to settle the score with me one by one?"

Maeve clenched her fists and shook her head silently. The debt between them had long been settled.

Ever since Byron used his body to protect her on the Maybach, everything was destined to be chaotic,

Byron's expression softened a little. He thought of his last phone call with her and asked in a low voice, "Does the fact that I gave the apartment to Karen Booth affect you that much?"All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

give it to Maeve looked up at him. "I was stupid before and didn't understand. That's your property. It's your freedom to whoever you want. Even if you promised to give it to me after the divorce, I have no right to interfere. I don't mind anymore. I've also chosen a new property. I probably won't go back to live in the apartment in the future. Don't worry"

Maeve's voice was very calm, without a hint of complaint or grievance. She was just stating a fact.

Byron's chest felt stuffy for no reason. He suddenly thought of something. He asked, "You think the house 1 gave Karen was the one I promised you?"

Maeve frowned slightly. She did not understand what Byron meant. She wondered, 'Can it be that the gift he wanted to give

to Karen was not...

Byron was keenly aware of the reason for her abnormal mood. He suddenly laughed angrily. "Maeve, who told you that I'm going to give our apartment to Karen?"

When the doubts in her heart were cleared, Maeve

r was stunned. "Isn't that... isn't that so?"

"I don't think I've told you." Byron's tone was light. That