The Heir's Secret Bride

Marve's eyes gradually widened, filled with disbelief,

Her mind was in chaos, tangled up in a web of confusion.

Could it be that I had misunderstood last night? Had Byron not led to me after all?' she thought.

Not wanting to let her thoughts spiral any further, Maeve left the Pearl Tower and took a cab to the Retro Apartment.

Maeve wondered if Byron was still inside.

As she reached the apartment, her heart was both nervous and hesitant as she unlocked the door.

Maeve

was not quite sure how to face Byron after standing him up.

Maeve wiped the sweat that had trickled down her cheek, suppressing the sudden rush of heat coursing through her, then slipped on her slippers and walked inside.

But after

But just a few steps, her legs suddenly gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.

Luckily, the carpet cushioned her fall, saving her knees from pain.

Maeve tried to get back up, but her hands, braced against the floor, were trembling uncontrollably. It felt as though a hundred ants were gnawing at her from the inside, a sensation too strange for words. me?" she

What's wrong with me?" she thought.

It was an uncomfortable sensation.

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The frosted glass hair glistened beneath the showerhead, with water sliding down to his chiseled brow, enhancing the cold piercing look in his narrow, blade-like eyes.

door of the bathroom was misted over, and the sound of running water gradually came to a stop.

He casually wrapped himself in a blac

f in a black robe, leaving the collar loose, revealing his chiseled chest.

Then, he stepped out of the bathroom.

Immediately, his eyes landed on Maeve, who was curled up on the carpet. Byron's eyes turned cold. "What are you doing here?"

In all these years, no one had dared to stand him up.

o one dared to make him wait wait that lon

No

that t long.

'How dare she appear in front of me? he thought angrily.

weak slipped from her lips as she heard his voice. "I don't feel well..

Byron's expression remained calm. If you're unwell, go to the hospital. Don't come here and get in my way," he said

Maeve whimpered, too uncomfortable to speak.

She had no idea what was happening to her, but she felt like she was burning alive as if she were on the brink of collapse. Her Her body felt as though a fire was raging inside, making her desperate to dive into ice water.

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Noticing something was off, Byron frowned slightly and walked over, lifting Maeve up from the carpet.

His palm met skin that was scorching to the touch. It was damp and feverish.

Maeve's face was flushed crimson, and the skin on her neck had turned a rosy pink, radiating intense heat.

are you burning up like this? Byron frowned as he felt Maeve's forehead. "Do you have a fever? Are you feeling

unwell?"

Unconsciously, Maeve rubbed her cheek against the cool relief of his palm. "It feels... so nice..."

Byron

noticed she was barely coherent and stopped asking questions. He lifted her up and carried her toward the couch.

The moment Byron held her, though, Maeve's discomfort intensified.

It was as if there was a magnet in her body. Macve subconsciously pressed herself against Byron and wrapped her slender arms tightly around his neck.

The sweater dress, originally covering her knees, had bunched up to her thighs, revealing a striking expanse of tanned skin.

Byron stiffened at her touch, sensing her uncharacteristic boldness and teasing, and finally realized that something was

wrong.

"Maeve, what did you eat before you came here?" Byron asked in a low voice.

I don't want to eat anything right now!" Maeve said, feeling uncomfortable, sweat beading on her nose, her awareness fading, and a hint of grievance in her voice. "I feel terrible, Byron," she said. Byron was well aware of Maeve's discomfort. He was not faring much better with her overly touchy behavior.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled Maeve off him and placed her on the sofa, then turned to grab the phone from the table.

But before he could reach it, Maeve, like a clingy octopus, wrapped herself around him again.

"Byron...

Maeve,

stop messing around." Byron pushed her away, his palm resting on her burning cheek. "You've been poisoned. I will ask the driver to bring the car around and take you to the hospital" felt like she was about to explode from the heat, and her eyelashes glistened with tears as she pouted, "I don't want to go to the hospital. I want you." Byron hesitated for a moment, and Maeve seized the opportunity, burying her face in the crook of his neck and rubbing against him.

Maeve

she stuck tongue and him a quick lick.

Byron," Maeve pressed her lips against his neck, her voice sweet and sticky like honey. "Kiss me Please kiss me," she said.

At her words, Byron's entire body tensed up, his lower abdomen tightening. The arm he had wrapped around Maeve's waist suddenly gripped her harder. The last remnants of his rationality were on the verge of crumbling under her repeated, soft pleas.

At the last moment, Byron-still tried his best to suppress his urge

Maeve back on the sofa and looked at her tear-filled eyes. He said firmly, "You stay put. I'll take you to the hospital."

He placed

Maeve was clearly acting like this.

ar in her,right mind to 1

Byron did not consider himself a gentleman, but he certainly had no interest in taking advantage of her vulnerability.

After Byron spoke, he intended to stand up but suddenly felt a tight grip around his waist.

He looked down to see a hand gripping the tie of his bathrobe.

"Are you not up to it?" Maeve asked.

Byron's

eyes narrowed. "What did you say?"

Maeve's cheeks were flushed. She gritted her teeth and said, "Every time you kiss me, it's obvious you want to do something, but you don't. I've always wondered how you can resist. "Now that I'm being this forward, you are still holding back. Are you even a man? If you are not up to it, should I find someone else who can?"

The effects of the drug, combined with her small outburst of anger, made Maeve bolder than ever.

Not only did she unleash a torrent of curses at Byron, but she truly planned to go out and find someone else.

She had her pride!

If he really doesn't want me, I won't cling to him! she thought.

However, as soon as Maeve stood up, Byron forcefully pushed her back down onto the side of the sofa, leaning over her.

"Find someone else?" Byron stared at her coldly, and he clutched her chin forcefully and asked, "Who are you intending to

find

lind

Previously, Byron was considerate of her age and afraid that she was unwilling. Hence, he would rather take cold showers at night rather than initiate anything with Maeve. He never thought Maeve would view him as incompetent.

Byron clenched his jaw, and his gaze turned dangerously sharp.

Usually, Maeve would have backed off by now, but who could expect someone with a muddled mind to reason properly?

"Anyone will do. You're not the only choice for me, Maeve said, fidgeting in annoyance, causing her loose sweater dress to slide down and reveal a hint of her shoulder.

The last shred of Byron's reason snapped in his mind with a buzz, and a furious smile spread across his handsome face as Byron pinned Maeve's wrists above her head. Byron t then grabbed the remote and turned off the lights and curtains in the living room.

"Don't regret it later," he said,

His cold tone made Maeve's shoulders tremble slightly, and she belatedly felt afraid.

The next second, Byron bent down and captured Maeve's lips forcefully, the sudden intensity leaving her unable to respond.

Maeve was left dizzy from the kiss, and then she felt a sudden coolness on her skin, realizing her sweater dress had inexplicably disappeared.

She gently furrowed her brows. The strange sensation of ants gnawing at her intensified instead of easing.

"Byron..." Maeve sobbed solily. "Stop kissing. I feel so uncomfo