The Heir's Secret Bride

voked by her one too many times-did she think he was that easy to push around? He grasped Maeve's cheeks, forcing her to release her tight-lipped defiance, and then leaned in to claim her lips with a kiss. Maeve heaved a breath. Her lips were bitten, and a trace of moisture glistened at the corners of her eyes. In this position, she was clearly at a disadvantage.

Standing 6 feet 4 inches, Byron towered over her, making her look delicate. His entire frame almost completely overshadowed hers, forcing her to tilt her head and endure his fierce, stom-like kiss. Even her attempts to push him away seemed feeble and powerless. The two of them were far too familiar with each other's bodies. The intimacy they'd shared not long ago had been like a mere appetizer-enough to taste but not to satisfy. And this kiss was undeniably the spark to ignite a blaze. Just a touch, and it could set everything ablaze. Maeve angrily pounded on Byron's chest and kicked at him, but even as her hands ached from the effort, she couldn't push him away. Frustrated, she thought, 'Didn't he look down on me? Then what is he doing now? Men are all the same, indeed!

"Byron Mcdaniel, do you dare let your fiancée, Miss Anderson, know how you treat me?" Maeve said through gritted teeth, her voice laced with bitterness. "How can you justify this to her?

Byron's heated kiss lingered on the sensitive curve of her ear as he spoke in a low voice, "Isn't the thrill of an affair what makes it all the more exciting?"

Maeve was so stunned by his shamelessness that she was momentarily speechless, her face bright red. "Have you no shame? Who said I wanted to have an affair with you!" she retorted.

"Don't you have plenty of men already?" Byron sneered coldly. "What's the matter? It's fine to fool around with them, but not with me. Afraid I won't treat you well?"

Maeve shot back with a mocking smile, "Sorry, I'm a bit picky. Not just any man can catch my eye.

"Is that so?" Byron said, his expression icy as he stepped back from her, towering over her with a disdainful gaze. "If you leave now, I won't pursue the matter of your trespassing."

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"What do you mean by that?" Maeve asked, covering her throat as she frowned at him. "You think you can treat me this and then just let me go? Do you think I'm your toy?" She scoffed, she hadn't even seen that girl yet-there was no way she would walk away like this. "I'm not satisfied with your answer, so you can leave now," Byron said.

Maeve remained silent; she gritted her teeth, starting to rise but then collapsing back onto the sofa. "Ah! My back hurts so much; you must have used too much force and broken my bones"

Byron watched her with a cold gaze. "If you're not leaving, are you planning to share a bed with me tonight?" he thought, 'She can't be that crazy!"

Maeve immediately sprang to her feet and ran out without looking back. She feared that if she hesitated even for a moment, the ravenous wolf would feast on her, leaving just bones as a reminder.

After leaving Byron's room, Maeve didn't obediently walk away. Instead, she stealthily made her way upstairs. Fortunately, she finally found her on the fifth floor.

Her room was decorated in a Nordic princess style, adorned with soft pink accents that perfectly suited a girl. Maeve initially thought she was the child of a servant.

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Maeve felt mixed entotions as she looked at him, his sunglasses nearly covering his face. She hesitated, wanting to ask, "Are you going to sleep with your sunglasses on?"

"Yes," Will replied, not one to lie. He was s nervous but added. "It's my habit."

Respecting his habit. Maeve picked up the book he had found earlier and began to read. "The knight had followed the princess for a long time. They were deeply in love, but their different social statuses posed many obstacles. "The prince fell in love with the flower seller, but the king strongly opposed their union.

"The witch and the dragon fell in love, but the judgment of society and the gossip surrounding them made them cautious even about meeting, fearful of putting each other in danger."

Maeve came to a realization; she pondered, 'Wait... Why are all the love stories? Are kids nowadays so mature?"

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