The Heir's Secret Bride

Lynn looked like she was about to cry. "I just want to help you. Why do you hate me so much?" "I'm not." Byron softened. "You can leave now. There are many important things I need to do." "Alright, but promise you'll have dinner with me."

"I will

Only then did Lynn leave in satisfaction. Afterward, Byron lowered his gaze and slowly let go of the pen in his right hand. The pen fell on the table with a crisp sound as his eyes darkened. The pen was broken into two halves, and there were some scarlet blood stains on it. It was a shocking sight.

After a long time. Byron raised his hand and pressed his office phone. "Find out who has been sabotaging Maeve's studio recently. Give me an update as soon as possible."

"Will do, Mr. Mcdaniel, Archer replied respectfully.

Outside the building. Maeve walked to the side of the road. Suddenly, Lynn's voice came from behind. "Ms. Reese, wait a

moment.

Maeve turned around annoyedly. "What is it this time?" ""Let's talk."Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"We have nothing to talk about."

"I know you hate me. After all, you're Byron's ex-wife. I know you can't stand me, Lynn said with a smile. "But let me tell you this: The more hostile you are to me, the more Byron cares about me. Looking at it this way. I think you're quite pitiful." Maeve looked unbothered. "Is that so? Well, I'll take it that you're right."

"You're still in love with him, aren't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have come to look for him. However, let me be clear that you have no chance. He's mine now!" Lynn said proudly.

In the past, Maeve would probably argue with facts and evidence. After all, she would never steal other people's men and wanted to keep her dignity. But after all the things she went through, she couldn't be bothered to say a word. But on second thought... "You know what, Lynn? You're right, he's yours. Please keep him and his penis locked away from other people."

Lynn chuckled. "Don't worry. With me around, he won't even look at people, let alone you."

Maeve did not know who was hostile to whom. But at that moment, Lynn suddenly leaned back about to fall. Maeve thought she was trying to scam her. Countless scenes of being framed flashed through her mind. So, she hurriedly grabbed her hand and pulled her back. A car happened to pass on the side of the road.

Realizing how close she was to the car, Lynn's face turned pale. She leaned against Maeve's shoulder and looked limp as it about to faint. But Maeve immediately pushed her away. There are surveillance cameras here. So, if you try to frame me. you'd better think carefully."

Lynn shook her head. She grabbed Maeve's collar and breathed heavily as if frightened. Maeve inadvertently glanced at her Adam's apple under her rollar and frowned slightly. Hold on, why is his Adam's apple looked prominent? Is Lynn

Why did you use so much strength just now? My land is huging from your grip. Lynn complained.

Marve returned to her senses. When she heard this, she was instantly furious. "I shouldn't have saved you just now. I

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should've let you fall and turned into a meat pie on the road for passersby to admire!"

Lynn was so disgusted by her description that she almost vomited while holding onto the road sign. Meanwhile, Marve stopped a taxi and went in immediately. She could not be bothered with that entitled little princess with a main character syndrome. Maeve was frustrated. At night, she called Bonnie and asked her out to a bar. It was Friday. She still had to accompany Theo to the hospital on Saturday. So, she promised herself to have some restraint. In any case, she needed to wake up early.

However, she was so frustrated. She promised she would only drink two glasses, but the drink was so smooth. In the end, she lost track of how much alcohol she had drunk. It was Bonnie who carried her back to her apartment

Theo ran out in his cow pajamas. When he saw Maeve drunk, he pouted, "Why does my mom look drunk? She'll have a headache tomorrow."

"Your mom is upset. Let her drink her stress out for once. She'll be fine." Bonnie waved her hand. "Do you want me to stay and help you take care of her?"

"No need. I can take care of her myself." Theo skillfully went to the kitchen to make hangover soup, then went to the bathroom to get two warm towels. He handed one to Bonnie and the other to Maeve to wipe her face, neck, and hands, Maeve hummed comfortably and did not even want to open her eyes. Meanwhile, Bonnie held her towel and envious. She might be divorced, but at least she had her cute and considerate Theo.

After drinking the hangover soup, Bonnie went home. Meanwhile, Maeve forced herself to wake up. When she saw Theo squatting by her side and staring at her, she smiled helplessly. "I'm fine. Go back to your room and sleep"

Theo didn't say anything. He puffed up his cheeks and continued to stare at his mother. Maeve immediately raised her hands in surrender. "Alright, I promise you that I won't drink again"

Maeve knew her alcohol tolerance was low. It had been a long time since she drank. But that night, she couldn't help but drink to drown her sorrows. It's all thanks to that bastard Byron

Theo smiled when he heard her promise. He stretched out his hand and said. "Then let's pinky swear!"

Maeve made a pinky promise to him. Afterward, Theo returned to his room while Maeve fell onto her pillow and slept soundly.

The clock on the wall ticked towards midnight. The door of the apartment opened, and warm light seeped in from the corridor, outlining a tall figure. His footsteps were unsteady, and the strong smell of alcohol lingered on his body. After he walked in, he first turned on the lights in the living room and walked towards the bathroom. After a while, the sound of water splashing could be heard.

After leaving the bathroom, Byron sobered up a little. He casually put on a black bathrobe and walked to the main bedroom. He would come there every Friday to stay one night. It had become a habit that had been engraved in his bones for so many years. Even though he had drunk a little too much with Ray and his buddies, he did not forget to ask the driver to send him

there.

Marve's yelling suddenly echoed in his mind. Byron pushed his hair to the back of his head in frustration, and his expression became cold. He knew he had to change this unnecessary habit. Just like their marriage had become a thing of the past, he needed to move on. He thought calmly. Then, he pushed open the main bedroom door and walked straight to the bed to lie down. In the silent darkness, Byron's alcohol-paralyzed nerves gradually relaxed. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Suddenly, a soft and warm touch rolled into his arms. Next, a faint and familiar fragrance waited into his nose. It was the same scent that he had smelled on every lingering night four years ago. It tugged at his heartstrings. It was the main reason 09:20 Thu, Oct 31

why he could calm down. But it was also his best aphrodisiac. That night, it was the latter.

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Maeve felt..

she was in a furnace in her sleep. Her body felt as if heating up, and even the air she breathed became hot. Her skin began to be covered in a thin layer of sweat. She wanted to move, but her waist seemed to be held in place by an iron claw, and her limbs could not move. A pair of well-defined and slightly calloused hands cruised around her most sensitive area. It was as if she was familiar with every point that could make her melt and turn weak.

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