The Heir's Secret Bride

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After everyone left after work, Maeve remained in the studio alene. She didn't leave the company until 11:30 pm. She stood alone on the empty roadside and waited for a taxi. She could not help but hug her jacket and secretly pray that a taxi would

come soon

However, the taxi did not come. Instead, the persistent Jeff appeared. "Maeve, why aren't you home yet? It's dangerous to stay out so late." He looked worried. "Let me send you home. How long will you have to wait otherwise?" However, compared to what might happened, Jeff was the real danger to Maeve. Especially since he had almost forced her

before.

Maeve stepped back and looked around anxiously. There wasn't single car. If Jeff wanted to do anything to her, it would be useless even if she shouted. When she saw Jell get out of the car and walk over to her, the alarmn in Maeve's mind immediately sounded. "It's so cold out here. Isn't it better to get into my car?" Jell said as he grabbed Maeve's arm. "I won't hurt you. Why are you so afraid of me?" As he spoke, he pulled Maeve into the car.

"Don't touch me Maeve pushed at Jeff in fear. She was very tense.

At this moment, her sharp eyes caught sight of a car driving over not far away. She had an idea and pretended to be calm as she said to Jeff, "I don't need you to send me home. Do you see that car? My husband is here to pick me up.'

Jeff looked over and did not believe it at all. He already knew that Maeve had a fake marriage, yet she still wanted to use her husband to deceive him. Moreover, such a lousy car could not compare to his Ferrari.

"Whatever. Just be good and get in the car with me... Ah!" Before Jeff could finish, the hand holding Maeve suddenly stung. forcing him to let go at once.

Maeve ran to the car without hesitation. She was extremely glad that she had a bead needle with her. Otherwise, she might not have escaped. She rushed forward and knocked on the car window, wondering how to ask the driver for help. Unexpectedly, after the car window rolled down, she saw the handsome man sitting in the driver's seat. "Mr. Mcdaniel?" Maeve's eyes widened in joy. "Why are you here?" She didn't even notice the color of this car just now. It was the same color as Byron's new car.

I just happened to pass by." Byron looked at Maeve's surprised expression and said in a surprisingly calm voice, "What are you doing wandering around so late at night?"

"I..." Maeve was about to explain when she saw Jeff chasing her. Her hair stood on end. "Can I get in the car first?"

Byron nodded casually.

Maeve immediately got into the front passenger seat and said anxiously, "Let's go!"

Byron's gaze swept across Jeff, who was running over not far away. He narrowed his eyes and drove away.

After driving for a while, Maeve's tense body finally relaxed. Her palms were sweating. "Mr. Mcdaniel, thank god you appeared." She was a little afraid. "Otherwise, he would have dragged me into the car."

Jeff couldn't have driven here in the middle of the night. He had deliberately waited for her. If she had known earlier, she would rather sleep in the studio for the night than leave the company.

Byron looked straight ahead and said coldly, "Is your phone useless? Why don't you call me if you can't get a ride?" Maeve shrunk her neck and forgot about the unhappiness in the morning. She muttered softly. "Didn't you forbid me from calling you for no reason? Why is it wrong even if I don't call? The truth was she had deleted his phone number in a fit ofBelongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

anger that night. She couldn't call even if she wanted to.

Byron's lips curled up coldly. "I told you not to call me so you didn't. When I asked you to kiss me, why aren't you as

obedient then?"

These words evoked those embarrassing memories from last night. Maeve was filled with embarrassment. Her entire face turned hot. "T-that is different," she retorted angrily.

"Different how?"

Maeve clenched her sleeves tightly. She really wanted to ask him why he treated her like that that night since he liked Karen. She wondered if it was because he had physical desires. However, in the end, she couldn't ask. She didn't want to embarrass herself. Maeve pursed her lips and cast aside her frustration. She lowered her head to find a tissue to wipe her hands. However, she saw a familiar paper bag in the glove compartment in the middle of the seat.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, didn't you say you don't drink such drinks?" Maeve looked at him in confusion. He had said that such sweet drinks were unhealthy.

Byron's profile was cold. "It was given to me by someone else. I'm not interested in it."

"Then I'll drink it for you?" Maeve asked eagerly.

""Suit yourself"

Maeve took out the cup. It was still warm and felt very comfortable in her hand. She inserted a straw and took a sip. She a little surprised. "This is honey lemon tea?"

The honey was very rich, and the lemon wasn't too sour. It was delicious.

"Is that so! I'm not sure." Byron tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and took the shortcut back to the apartment.

was

Maeve could tell from his nonchalant attitude that he probably did not know what he had been given since he probably never opened the bag. However, he was not interested in such drinks. Even if he knew, he would not drink a girl's drink like honey lemon tea. Thus, she was lucky to get a free drink.

Maeve was about to put the paper bag back when she suddenly realized that the bottom was bulging, so she reached in. There were several cream puffs in it.

Maeve tore open the transparent packaging and ate one. Thinking of Byron, who was driving, she tore one open and held it up to him. "Mr. Mcdaniel, do you want one?"

Byron was about to refuse, but when he saw her carefully holding the puff, his Adam's apple suddenly bobbed. They were just about to come up to a traffic light anyway. He stopped the car and turned to bite the puff in her hand. One side of his face bulged slightly as he chewed slowly.

Maeve looked at Byron blankly. The warmth from his lips lingered on her fingertips when he brushed across her hand just now. The heat continued to rise to her face. As if she had been electrocuted, she retracted her hand into her sleeve and pretended to lower her head to tear the bags of cream puffs to hide the panic in her eyes.

After eating a few puffs and drinking more than half a cup of honey lemon tea, Maeve's cold and empty stomach was finally full. It had been such a long day and she was exhausted. Even though the cream puffs were full of calories, they felt too good for her to give up. From the corner of his eye, Byron saw Maeve's cat-like expression of satisfaction. His thin lips curled up slightly, but he quickly lowered them again.

When they returned to the apartment, Maeve was already full. She didn't even have to eat supper. After taking a shower and

applying the medicine, she could go straight to bed.

However, Maeve could not find her burn ointment no matter what. She searched the first aid kit but did not see it. It was clearly placed in there this morning. She had no choice but to ask Byron, "Mr. Mcdaniel, did you see my burn cream?"