The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve was shocked. Her back was pressed against the edge of the kitchen counter, and her heart almost skipped a beat.

“Mr. Mcdaniel? What’s wrong?” she asked.

Byron was wearing dark home clothes after taking a shower. His slightly wet hair rested on his forehead and brushed past his eyebrows, making his eyes look even colder and sharper.

He placed his hands on the counter beside Maeve and looked at her with narrowed eyes.

He asked, “Maeve, don’t you have anything to explain to me?”

“Explain?” Maeve was a little nervous, but she was also confused. “Do you want me to explain the cooking process to you?”

Upon hearing this, Byron chuckled softly, but his tone was very cold. He said, “Who are you trying on the wedding dress with today?”

When Maeve heard this, she immediately understood.

‘He didn’t think I was hinting at something when I went to try on the wedding dress, did he? she thought.

“Mr. Mcdaniel, you’ve misunderstood. The wedding dress I wore this afternoon was Mr. Brown’s design. He asked me to help him try it on and see how it works.

I posted it on Twitter because I thought the wedding dress was beautiful and admired it. I didn’t mean anything else,” she explained helplessly.

It was not that she yearned for a wedding. Instead, it was like drinking delicious drinks and wanting to share her feelings.

Looking at Byron’s cold expression, Maeve added jokingly, “I haven’t forgotten that I’m married now, so I won’t casually try on wedding dresses. Even if I want to try, I can just ask you to accompany me.”

Who said that trying on wedding dresses must be for marriage? I could just buy it home and admire it, she thought.

Upon hearing this, the coldness in Byron’s eyes faded slightly. Looking at Maeve’s bright and beautiful eyes, the gloominess in his heart was swept away,

He straightened up and said casually, “In your dreams.”

‘She even wanted me to accompany her to try on the wedding dress. Did she want to marry me that badly? he thought.

Maeve was about to say something when she heard the sound of the pot beside her. Her expression changed drastically and shouted, “My soup!”

She quickly looked at the pot and heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that it was not wrong. She added some water to it.

Byron stood behind her with his arms crossed as he watched this scene. His expression was unreadable. He asked, “Are you very familiar with that Mr. Brown?”

“What? Why do you ask?” Maeve said.

“If you are not familiar with him, why would he let a designer like you be a model?” Byron said calmly.

Maeve thought for a moment and replied, “It should be because I happened to be there at that time. Moreover, Mr. Brown’s design has not been completed and can’t be announced to the public.”

Hence, the photos she posted were all blurry, One could not even tell what they looked like.

Byron narrowed his eyes and asked, “Is that so?”

“Speaking of which, I’m quite glad that I was there. You didn’t see it with your own eyes. That wedding dress is so beautiful that I can’t take my eyes off it. I’ve heard before that Mr. Brown is a genius in the design world. He’s talented Today, I’ve seen it.” Maeve said.

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Maeve did not stop praising him. She did not notice that Byron’s gaze was getting darker and darker.

When she turned around to get the dishes, the tip of her nose bumped into Byron’s hard chest. Only then did she realize that he had been standing behind her.

She rubbed the tip of her nose in pain and said, “Mr. Mcdaniel, how did you…”

Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Byron. With a tug he pressed her to the cabinet beside the counter.

The items placed on the cabinet made a soft sound.

Maeve’s heart skipped a beat. Her stunned and widened eyes reflected the handsome face approaching her.

His warm breath brushed against her cheek, making her feel itchy.

“Mr. Mcdaniel…” Maeve’s voice trembled slightly. “Why did he suddenly… she thought.

Byron’s expression was so cold that it was impossible to tell if he was happy or angry. He placed his palm on the side of her face and slowly slid it to the back of her head. Then, he suddenly exerted force.

Maeve was forced to lean forward, and the distance between them instantly shortened.

She heard the sound of the water in the pot, accompanied by the soft sound of the fire.

All her feelings were locked in between Byron’s arms. His faint and pleasant smell followed her like a shadow.

Maeve’s lips parted and her mind was blank. She even forgot to push him away.

When Byron saw her flushed cheeks, his eyes darkened. His slightly rough fingers caressed her earlobe. His gaze stopped on her red lips, and his eyes were filled with emotions.

When he was very close to Maeve’s red lips, Byron suddenly thought of something and stopped.

He recalled her words. “Next time, whether you’re drunk or not, please don’t treat me like that again,” she said back then.

He instantly narrowed his eyes and his Adam’s apple bobbed a few times. Then, he tilted his head and bit her car as if he was punishing her.

Maeve widened her eyes in horror and stared at him in disbelief. She said, “Mr. Mcdaniel, you…

Byron had already let go of her and walked out with a cold face de didn’t even explain.

Maeve covered her bitten ear and was stunned.

She thought, I think that he should have wanted to kiss me just now, However, for some reason, he stopped and even bit me. Could it be that he was afraid that I would be unwilling?

“But he didn’t care about my wishes when he kissed me before. Didn’t he always kiss me directly?

Marve thought of Byron’s slightly irritated gaze just now and pursed her red lips slightly.

He didn’t kiss her unreasonably again and didn’t cause her to fall into an awkward situation where her legs went weak Logically speaking, she should be happy. But why was she feeling a bit upset?

Maeve took a deep breath and patted her cheeks to calm herself down. She did not want to think too much anymore. Then, she turned around to check on her soup.

After dinner, Maeve took the medicine prescribed by the doctor and went back to her room.

Byron glanced at the ointment on the table and suddenly said, the burn on your back, did you not apply any ointment for a day?”

Maeve was stunned and replied, “I think so. But it doesn’t hurt anymore. It should be fine now, right?”

Byron said, “Take off your clothes. Let me see.”

Maeve subconsciously grabbed her collar and whispered. “Mr. Mcdaniel, can you be more tactful? Do you usually talk like this outside?”

She thought, ‘He makes me take off my clothes at every turn. Fortunately, it is me. If it were anyone else, they would most likely call him a pervert.

Byron looked at her indifferently and said, “You’ll have to take it off later. Don’t tell me you want to apply ointment through your clothes?”

“I think I’ve recovered. It doesn’t matter if I don’t apply ointment! With that, Maeve ran back to her room.

Byron did not give her the chance. He hooked his arm around the back of her collar and said coldly, “I’ve already seen it Isn’t it too late for you to be reserved now?”

Maeve’s face turned red. Her slippers rubbed against the floor as she was dragged by him to the sofa and sat down reluctantly

I’m sure it’s healed.” She wanted to struggle a little more.

Byron picked up the ointment and could not be bothered with her. “Clothes”