The Heir's Secret Bride

What was worse was that Maeve really wanted to pee now.

Maeve held the corner of her shirt and froze, not daring to move.

Byron saw that her face was about to turn red and she still looked awkward. A trace of teasing appeared in his wrong? Do you need me to help you?" eyes. "What's

"No, thanks!" Maeve was afraid that he was serious, so she quickly shook her head. "I can do it myself. Please don't be creepy!"

When she told him not to be creepy, Byron, who had never been evaluated like this before, narrowed his eyes. "Maeve, do you think it's creepy for your husband to take care of your physiological needs? Are you that heartless?" 12,

He thought that if he was a creep, he would have slept with her long ago.

Hearing the displeasure in his words, Maeve shrank her neck. "No. I know that you're a nice friend."

Byron, who was told to be in her friend zone, was speechless.

His mood became even worse.

"Hurry up. If you dawdle any longer, I'll do it directly," Byron urged with a gloomy expression.

Maeve hesitated for a few seconds before finally giving in. "Turn around. You're not allowed to peek." Byron sneered. "Which part of you is worth me peeking at? You're flattering yourself."

As he spoke, he turned his back to her, but his arms were behind her so that she could lean on them.

Maeve pursed her lips in grievance. She had never felt so awkward in her life.

Maeve thought, 'Why can't I be as thick-skinned as Byron?

'Back when he was hospitalized, I helped him to the washroom. He was not embarrassed at all but was even in the mood to

tease me.

'So I've been suffered losses because I'm not thick-skinned enough.'

After Maeve endured the shame in her heart while solving her biological needs, her face was burning. She felt utterly uncomfortable and embarrassed.

"I-I'm done." Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Byron turned around and saw her bright red face when he smiled imperceptibly.

He thought that she was shy now, which meant that she was not bewitched by that gigolo

He did not say anything. He raised his hands and held her slender and soft waist, After lifting her up slightly, he walked to the sink and placed her on it.

Maeve still had her head lowered. She turned around and washed her hands, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Please carry me back, thank you," Maeve whispered, inexplicably reserved.

However, Byron did not move.

After waiting for a while, Magve could not help but look up.

She saw him standing two steps away from her with his arms crossed, looking at her with a relaxed expression.

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Maeve's heart was jumping so fast that it was about to jump out of her throat, but she still pretended to be calm and said, "I'm done with washing my hands. Can you carry me out?" Byron said, "I can't."

Byron's answer stunned Maeve for a short while. "Wh

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"The current situation is very beneficial to me." Byron's tone was casual. "So, you can answer the question I asked you in the

car now."

Maeve thought, 'Answer the question he asked me in the car now... So he didn't put me here to make it easier for me to wash my hands?'.

Maeve bit her lip. "What if I refuse to answer?"

"Take a guess." Byron looked extremely lazy. He leaned against the glass shelf and rolled up his sleeves: "I'm free tonight."

He meant that he could keep waiting until she talked.

Maeve's eyes were filled with confusion when she recalled wh