The Heir's Secret Bride

Byron was instantly in a good mood, but his handsome face did not show the slightest bit of emotion. He still looked indifferent when he said, "Go ahead." "Is it really an accident that the evidence related to the kidnapping case was destroyed?" Maeve asked seriously. only said, "Well."

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After she waited for a few seconds, he still didn't continue. Maeve revealed a puzzled expression. "What... what do you mean by 'well?" Byron raised his eyebrows slightly. "You may ask, but I may not answer you."

Perhaps it was because she had just woken up and was still in a daze, Maeve was stunned for a few seconds before she could sense the shamelessness in his words. She said, "So you're just going to run away from my question?"

Byron was pleased by her confused look. He chuckled softly and leaned closer to her.

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I want

said, " t to get an answer from me, you have to give me something of equal value in exchange, understand? I don't do pro bono transactions." The two of them were so close to each other. In addition, Byron was still in a position to carry her. Therefore, when he lowered his head slightly, his warm breath inadvertently brushed past the side of her face. her a sensed danger. She lea

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Maeve a tingling send back and tried to pull away from the overly intimate distance.

However, her lower back was grabbed by his palm, which happened to stop what she was doing.

Maeve's eyelashes trembled uneasily. When she met Byron's deep eyes, her heart instantly began to beat wildly. It took her a long time to brace herself and say, "I don't have anything I can exchange with you right now..." "Who says you don't?" Byron lifted her chin and pressed his slightly rough fingers on her red and plump lips. The flirting meaning was obvious.

Maeve's lips heated up slightly as she felt nervous.

She seemed to understand something, but she wasn't so sure, so she asked, "What do you mean?"

Byron suddenly

smiled. The gloominess that had accumulated in his eyes for the entire day suddenly dissipated.

He lowered his head slightly and pressed his forehead against Maeve's. His gaze on her face was extremely focused. "You don't understand? Then let me make it clear. I want to kiss you. Is that okay?" Maeve's eyes

widened in an instant. Her face turned extremely red, spreading to her ears. She was as beautiful as a rose that had bloomed in an instant.

Her heart was beating so much that it was almost numb.

She didn't even know when Byron had started kissing her.

Maeve had kissed him before.

However, there had never been a moment like this where her heart thumped uncontrollably.

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Even though she knew that the apple pie in front of her might be poisonous, she still warned herself not to touch it.

However, she had uncontrollably fallen for him.

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The hazy light shone over, outlining the petite figure lying on the couch and Byron's powerful body that was firmly pressed above her.

The air became hotter and hotter as if a spark could light it up.

The tip of Maeve's tongue was slightly painful and hot. She was almost out of breath as her fingers weakly clung to Byron's strong forearm.

When the kiss reached the most passionate part, Byron let go of her slightly. His forehead was pressed against hers, and he looked straight into her eyes.

"Maeve, do

like roses?" His voice was husky and charming.

Maeve panted lightly. When she heard this question, her eyes were filled with confusion. She did not understand why he suddenly asked this.

"Yeah, I guess," she said hesitantly.

The tenderness in Byron's eyes suddenly dissipated. He held her reddened cheek in his palm and warned her in a low voice, "You're not allowed to like roses anymore, do you hear me?"

Maeve was even more confused.

She wondered, 'Can kissing make one stupid? What kind of grudge does he have with roses? Why is he stopping me from liking them?'

"Fine. I'll stop liking roses then." She nodded perfunctorily. "Is it okay for me to like peonies?"

She supposed he couldn't ban her from liking peonies as well.

Byron seemed to have sensed something. He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips when he asked in a low voice, "Why peonies?"

Maeve could not resist his deliberate kiss at all. She bit her lip and turned her head before she had the energy to answer, "I told you before that during my college time, I worked part-time as a gardener in someone's house. His courtyard was filled with peonies. They were beautiful. I took a picture of them and used them as cell phone wallpaper for a while. I fell in love with peonies from then on." Maeve hid some details.

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Before that, she had encountered some trouble in school. Her studies had not been smooth, and her family had even stopped giving her living expenses. She was at her lowest point. That part-time job as a gardener solved her urgent problem.

The peonies there gave her great comfort.

Therefore, even if she wasn't very interested in flowers, she would involuntarily think of peonies when others asked her what flowers she liked.

Byron stared at Maeve's ignorant expression with mixed feelings.

He wanted to remind her, but in the end, he did not say anything.

He thought it was better to let her discover the truth herself.

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"Can you answer my question now?" Maeve raised her head and asked him, "Does the destruction of the evidence have anything to do with you?" Hearing this, Byron narrowed his eyes. "Why are you asking this? Do you suspect that I did it?"

Maeve pursed her lips and did not say anything.

Ding! The phone on the table suddenly rang.

Byron frowned and turned his head to look when his expression froze.

Then, he stood up and walked toward the French window with his phone.

He answered it and said, "Hello?"

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"Byron, save me!" Karen's anxious cry for help came from the receiver. "It's dark and scary here. There are terrifying noises. I really can't take it anymore. Save me!"

Byron looked up gloomily and looked at the reflection of Maeve on the couch in the French window. His voice was harsh. "I gave you a chance. You should know very well how to use it."

"You can't do this to me. This place is really scary. I really can't stay here anymore..." Karen was sobbing and sounded like he was about to break down.

"How can that be?" Byron said calmly. "Maeve was there for two days and two nights. You've only been there for two hours. You should be able to take it."

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words instantly sent chills down Karen's spine.

After being locked up in this basement, she refused to admit why Byron locked her up.

Even now, when she heard him admit it himself, she still could not take it.

She couldn't believe that he treated her like this for Maeve's sake!

Karen sobbed. "Do you still remember what you promised my father? How could you do this to me?"

"If it wasn't for Patrick, you would be at the police station now." The gloom in Byron's eyes intensified.

"I... I was being s**id!" Karen cried and begged for mercy. "Can't you forgive me for once? Is what we've had for years not even comparable to the two months you and Maeve have known each other? I met you first. If your grandfather hadn't stopped us, I would have been your wife. Maeve is just a nobody!"