The Heir's Secret Bride

Jeff did not let go and tried to squeeze in through the door. His tone was sinister. "Because of you, my life has been a living hell. How are you going to make it up to me? Huh?"

It had been a long time since he last saw Maeve. Her family couldn't help him. Jeff had long wanted to vent his anger and finally found her. It would be strange if he left so easily.

"Let go!" Maeve shouted as her wrist started to hurt. She pushed the door so hard that her face turned red. Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands pulling her shoulders back.

She was forced to let go and Jeff got in with a smug expression.

"Do you think you can run away- Halfway through his sentence, Jeff took a kick in the abdomen, and the brutal force sent him flying. He hit the ground and made such a noise that it spooked Maeve. She swallowed and could not help but look at Byron. He was walking past her with a cold expression.

The dark windbreaker was just below his knees, and his slim suit pants brought out his leg muscles as he walked.

It was a bad time to notice this, but Maeve already recalled that every time they kissed, he would sandwich her legs between. his, not allowing her to move or break free. He was extremely domineering. Her heart beat faster, and her palms were slightly hot. She forgot to be afraid for a moment

Outside the door, Jeff was sweating profusely from the pain. He kept cursing, Fuck, who the fuck are you?"

Byron walked out with one hand in his pocket. His shiny leather shoes stepped on Jeff's chest and exerted a strong force.

Jeff's face immediately turned ashen. He heard his ribs shattering and tasted blood in his throat. Now he sobered up completely and looked at Byron with fear.

Jeff's broken wrist seemed to be in pain again as he thought. Why is this evil guy here?'

"Stay away from her." Byron's gaze was condescending and cold. "You'll break more than a few ribs if I see you again."

Byron retracted his leg, and Jeff choked. Despite the pain in his chest, he scrambled to the elevator.

Byron turned around and walked back into the apartment. When he saw Maeve leaning against the wall, dazed and blushed, he asked in a low voice, "He's just a weakling. Why are you scared of him?" She was embarrassed about the sudden thoughts just now. Afraid that her eyes would betray her, she avoided his eyes.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"N-No, I'm not scared of him. You're here to protect me, right?" Maeve said..

"Then what are you scared of?" Byron's sharp gaze seemed to be able to see her through. Just now, your hand was shaking so much that you couldn't even hold the doorknob."

'She had a big reaction, Jeff was not the only reason. Besides, I'm here for her. There must be something else, Byron guessed.

Maeve held her breath and the blush on her face slowly faded. She pressed her lips together and did not speak.

Byron did not press her but stared at her quietly.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, you seem very interested in other people's previous relationship?" Maeve avoided answering and pretended to be relaxed. "But I don't have the obligation to satisfy your curiosity, right?" G

"Don't change the tople-Byron did fall for her trick. "It's not too late to call yourself other people after our divorce."

Hearing this, Maeve choked. He even mentions divorce at this time. He can't wait to divorce me, right, she complained in

her heart.

Feeling bitter and angry, she retorted, "We're going to get a divorce anyway. Aren't you afraid that your future wife will be jealous if she finds out that you're so curious about my past?" As Byron heard this, there was a fleeting faint smile in his eyes. Maeve, are you jealous?"

Tm doing this for your own good." Maeve put on a fake smile. Besides, haven't you already guessed that there was something between me and Jeff? Why do you have to ask me?"

"I want to hear it from you," he insisted.

This bastard is not easy to fool, she thought. She did not even mention that matter to Bonnie. That was also the main reason why Maeve was afraid of Jeff.

After dating for a while, Jeff revealed his true colors. Once Maeve disobeyed him, he would be furious.

Once, when she woke up in the middle of the night at home, she saw Jeff standing by her bed and staring at her with the same murderous gaze.

Jeff then questioned Maeve if she had an affair with another man. Otherwise, why would she mention breaking up? He even said that it was better to let her die before she could cuckold him.

When she was struggling, she accidentally cut Jeff. Later, he used it to threaten her to get back together. She didn't dare to mention breaking up ever since.

The thought of those dark days made her throat tighten. If Mave told Byron the story, she would be a real mess and he would not feel sorry for her. She did not want to use it to get his pity, so she decided to keep it a secret.

"Forget it. I'm not interested in your relationship with another man." Byron's voice was low and deep. "You won't see him again. Get rid of him from your mind as soon as possible."

Maeve blinked, not knowing what to feel. Before she could think of a reply, Byron let go of her. He checked his watch and said, "It's getting late. Lock the door and windows. Bye." Maeve was stunned. She should have felt relieved, but her hand grabbed his windbreaker when he left.

"W-Wait," she whispered.

Byron turned his head. "What's wrong?"

Maeve was a little flustered. "Didn't you just say that you wanted to sleep here? You even said this bed is more comfortable than the one in the manor."

Tve changed my mind now," Byron said lightly. "Besides, I have no reason to stay."

"That's not what you just said, Maeve thought with dismay.

in her mind. After a while, she said, "You said we don't have any plans to Maeve bit her lip as she searched for an excus separate for now. If you leave now, we'll be separated, right?"

"If I remember correctly, you insisted on moving out and living separately from me?" Byron looked at her with a faint smile. "Why? Are you regretting it?"

Maeve gritted her teeth. To sleep well tonight, she nodded vigorously. "Yes, I regret it. Now I fully understand how lucky 1 am to be able to live with you." ΓΠ.

Half an hour ago, she would ever have thought that she would ask Byron to stay.

'Damned Jeff. Why would a trust fund kid live in such an ordinary place? And he lives right opposite me,' she thought angrily.

Byron snorted softly, thinking. 'Little liar, there is no truth to what she said. Does she really think I don't know why? She's afraid of being alone here at night."

Byron took her hand off the edge of his windbreaker and walked towards the living room. "What are we having for dinner?"

Maeve heaved a sigh of relief and locked the door carefully. Then, she followed closely behind. "You can eat whatever you want," she answered.

Maeve thought happily, "With Byron sleeping in the next room, I'm not afraid of Jeff. Byron alone can take down ten men like Jeff.

It was time for sleep. Maeve dried her hair and lay down on the bed. The next second, she heard a bang and then a shaking sound. Just like that, the bed collapsed.