The Heir's Secret Bride

Byron pinched her chin with his cold fingers and kissed her red lips, narrowing his eyes. He forced open her teeth and

kissed her.

His kiss was never simple.

It was as if he was tasting a ripe fruit on a branch. He sucked and ground it slowly, taking the honey in Maeve's mouth without hesitation. It was like teasing and punishing.

Maeve's earlobes were red, and her shoulders were trembling. Her body leaned back and forth until she was about to sink into the bed. Her breathing was filled with the refreshing and pleasant fragrance of cedar on his body, and her mind was in a

mess.

She couldn't win against Byron, the experienced man, let alone such a straightforward teasing with a strange meaning,

Just resisting him had exhausted all her strength.

In that aspect, she had never been a match for Byron.

After the kiss, Byron pulled away slightly. He leaned against Maeve's forehead and admired her bright red lips and sparkling eyes. His thin lips curled up slightly.

"It's still more pleasing to the

eye."

Maeve pushed him away angrily. "Byron, what's the point of doing this?"

He has a fiancée and is about to get married, yet he still treats me like this. What does he take her for?' thought Maeve.

Byron retracted his smile and said mockingly, "Didn't you say you will repay me? There's no need to wait. I gave you a chance."

Maeve's face turned red.

That's not what I meant!"

She had said those words to draw a line between them, not to let him do such a thing!

Then what do you mean?" Byron stared at her without blinking, his eyes dark. "Maeve, if you have any opinions about me, just say it like last night. How will I know what you're angry about if you don't tell me?" I'm not being angry!"

"Are you still being stubborn?"

Maeve pursed her red lips in anger and did not say a word.

If it were anyone else,

there, but it was Maeve.

Byron

would have turned around and left long ago. He would not have wasted a second of his time

Maeve seems to be born to restrain me,' thought Byron.

Byron lowered his eyes slightly and stared at her pretending to be expressionless. He said in a low voice, "What I said to youContentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

in the car last time was for a reason. I had no choice. It's my fault for not considering your feelings in advance."

Maeve's eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked up in surprise-

'He is apologizing to me? thought Maeve.

П

Maeve suddenly remembered they quarreled when they had just gotten married. Byron, the proud prodigy who never knew what an apology was, had lowered his head to her for the first time. Byron had never been stingy with apologizing to her as long as lie was wrong. Unlike some men who shied away from responsibility even though they were wrong or refused to admit their mistakes. Back then, it was what attracted her the most.

Maeve's heart was still beating uncontrollably even now.

Maeve's nose tip was slightly sore, and her eyes were red.

Byron noticed her abnormality. His Adam's apple bobbed as he raised his hand to press down on the corners of her red eyes. "Also, you seem to have made a mistake."

Maeve looked at him with red eyes as if she was puzzled.

"When have I ever bullied you except in bed?" Byron asked in a low voice.

Maeve blushed instantly. She glared at him. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

The little bit of gratitude that had finally arisen in her heart was immediately dispersed by his words.

'Had he not bullied me enough off the bed?' thought Maeve.

Byron raised his eyebrows. "Don't you have a lot of men? Why? Didn't they say anything similar to you?"

"Why is she still as shy as ever after four years? Do her so-called men' really exist? thought Byron.

Maeve could tell that he was testing her. She gritted her teeth and said, "Do you think everyone is as shameless as you are? You have a fiancée, yet you're still fooling around outside. You're unrestrained Byron did not comment. "Are we the same?"

Maeve was just about to say she was not the same as him but suddenly remembered Byron had mistaken Jaylen for her fiancé. Maeve had even said she had many men in a fit of pique. The silent wind suddenly became noisy.

Upon seeing Maeve did not deny it, Byron's gaze was mocking. In that case, we're a perfect match."

...Who's a perfect match with you!" Maeve could not help but roll her eyes.

I'm not as shameless as he is, thought Maeve

Knock knock.

Someone suddenly knocked on the ward door.

Archer stood outside and said, "Mr. Mcdaniel, Miss Anderson's attending doctor wants to see you."

"Okay," Byron replied casually. He looked at Maeve and said, 'I'll get the doctor to bring you for a checkup. I'll come back and have dinner with you later."

Maeve chuckled. "There's no need for that. You should accompany your fiancée"

It made her feel as uncomfortable as a third party.

Byron stared at her for a few seconds and left the ward without saying anything, Fri, Nov

Leon had yet to wake up in the next ward.

Byron walked in. "How is he?"

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The attending doctor immediately replied, "Mr. Mcdaniel, Mr. Anderson is fine. He's just exhausted and has a mental stress response, so he's unconscious" "Stress response?"

"Yes. Mr. Anderson's illness originated from his psychological trauma, so he was confused about his gender and identity. He couldn't tell who he was said the attending doctor. "Lynn can be said to be his protection and motivation to survive. It can't be corrected unless he voluntarily recognizes who he is. Otherwise..."

Byron looked at the doctor with a deep gaze.

The attending doctor sighed. "Otherwise, he might have a mental breakdown and lose his life."

Psychopaths were very fragile. They might be fine under normal circumstances, but even the smallest thing could overwhelm them in a particular situation

him to return to his identity. Anderson? Byron asked in a deep voice.

"So, how do we get Leon

"Well... You once said his psychological trauma was caused by witnessing his sister's tragic death. Usually, it's not easy for someone who has suffered such a blow to survive," the attending doctor said tactfully.

"If he took the initiative to change back to Leon, what does that mean?

"I think the biggest possibility is that something more important than Lynn's power has appeared and stimulated his true will. The situation is relatively rare. Some patients might not encounter it in their entire lives." Byron's eyes were deep as his gaze slowly landed on Leon's pale face.

The variable was Maeve

On the coast of the border.

A ship emitting black smoke was docked on the shore. Neville, wearing a dark red windbreaker, got off. He was in a rare state of disarray.

"Boss, Byron is too much!" His subordinate, who had been tortured, said indignantly. "Not only did he attack us at sea, but he even joined forces with the patrol team to search us. Fortunately, you were prepared. Otherwise, we would have been thrown into jail!" Neville pulled on his windbreaker with a gloomy expression. "It's not over yet. He wouldn't have prepared just these two tricks. I'm afraid he even sent someone here to wait for me to fall into his trap.