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The warm tip of his tongue entered her mouth again, making her feel a tingling sensation all over her body. She could barely sit still.

He seemed to want to see her lose control. His fingertips lifted the hem of her clothes with suggestive undertones, and passion spread upward. Maeve's shoulders trembled slightly, and a blush of enchanting red spread across the corners of her eyes.

Her heartbeat was so strong and fast that it was all she could hear.

"Enough, enough."

Finally replaceing a moment of respite, Maeve spoke with a trembling voice. She pressed her forehead against Byron's shoulder and begged softly.

"Tsk." Byron's Adam's apple bobbed a few times alluringly. His voice, which was tainted by desire, was low and hoarse. "It's just a kiss. Can you be a bit more composed?" Maeve blushed. She held her collar and glared at him angrily. "It's just a kiss. Why are you touching me everywhere?"

She thought, 'Assuming I have no sensation, huh?"

Byron slowly adjusted her sweater and teased, "Weren't you enjoying it? You were even moaning a bit when I slowed down."

Maeve was enraged.

She was so angry that she jumped down from the low cabinet. Her legs went weak, and she almost fell

Byron quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

Maeve was about to thank him when she heard him say with a smiling tone, "Even if you get angry out of embarrassment. there's no need to jump. You won't die from jumping off this height." She ground her teeth. "Do you have any antidotes at home? Give me some"

"With that sharp tongue of yours, I'm afraid I won't live much longer." Byron was left speechless.

After getting back at him, Maeve snorted and pushed him away. She then walked to the sofa, sat cross-legged on the carpet, and started cutting the cake.

Sensing Byron walking over from behind, Maeve lowered her gaze to look at the cake and feigned calmness as she asked, "Mr. Mcdaniel, I have a question." Byron bent his legs and sat down. "Shoot."

"What kind of relationship do we have now?"

Byron raised his eyelids and stared at Maeve's emotionless face. He then squinted. "The kind of relationship listed on a marriage license?"

"But kissing is something that only couples and married people do." Maeve pursed her lips. "People who are listed as cohabiting on a marriage license can't do it."

Byron showed no reaction-

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Maeve looked at him seriously. "I just want to clarify, What exactly do you take me for? *Cooperative wife, or something

else

Byron's smile slowly disappeared. He looked at her for a long while without saying anything.

It was as if he was weighing whether her question was worth answering.

The aroma of the cake spread throughout the

silent living room

Maeve retracted her gaze and cut the cake. Then, she arranged the snacks, feeling a deep sense of disappointment.

She thought with self-mockery, Forget it. Why did I have to be so silly? I was actually dazed by this rare moment of warmth that I ended up asking such a question that humiliated myself' "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow," Byron suddenly said. Maeve replied dispiritedly. "Okay. You mentioned that yesterday!"

She thought, "The next day is Christmas. He celebrates it today because he has to go on a business trip abroad with his boss tomorrow.

Byron shook the c*******ktail in his hand and said indifferently. "The answer to this question, along with your Christmas gift, will be given to you when I come back."

Maeve was stunned and looked up at him.

He happened to be looking at her too. His blue eyes were as deep as a vortex, as if they could pull in all of a person's thoughts and feelings.

In an instant, Maeve's heart skipped a beat

"Okay" She She lowered her hea

head and took a bite of the cake. She then said softly. "You said it yourself. I didn't force you." Byron suddenly smiled. His usual cool demeanor melted away, revealing an unusually lazy and handsome charm.

Heartless,

he scoffed softly.

nothing, and she

and she smiled.

The next day, Maeve was invited by Bonnie to her house for Christmas.

The Christmas atmosphere in the villa was strong. Flames danced in the fireplace, and ribbons were hung as decorations all around. The singing was melodious and pleasant to the ears. After dinner, Bonnie took out a large booklet and handed it to Maeve.

"Maeve, this booklet contains profiles of some outstanding single young men," she said rather boldly. "Look through it and let me know if anyone catches your eye. If you want to set up a date with someone, just tell me." Maeve almost choked on her juice. She quickly pressed down on the booklet.

"Bonnie, I was joking with you the other day. I don't want a divorce for the time being...

Bonnie frowned. "Don't you two have no feelings for each other? Being together is just a waste of your youth. You might as well end the marriage quickly and choose a considerate guy." enter 101

Hearing her tone as if she was talking about picking cabbages, Maeve laughed.

Bonnie

looked puzzled when she saw Maeve's reaction. "Maeve, you have truly fallen for him, huh?"

The scenes from last night flashed through Maeve's mind, and fier cheeks suddenly flushed. Before she she replied, Bonnie had already

Belor

"Not at all"

t at all" Maeve scratched

Bonnie exc

understood. She squeezed her shoulder suggestively. "Oh, looks like something good has happened recently. You didn't admit to it the other day." her cheek. "I just wasn't sure before. "Are you sure he's the only one for you now? Aren't you afraid he'll keep treating you like a maid?"

Maeve shook her head. "He went overseas on a business trip with his boss this morning. He said he would tell me what he takes me for when he returns." exclaimed, "Is there a need to wait until then? He certainly sees you as his dear wife and treasure! Good thing I only brought out this booklet now. Maeve laughed at her. "Alright, alright. Why are you acting like a puppy, looking cute and enthusiastic?"

Just as she finished speaking, a news report suddenly came from the LCD television.

"Breaking news. Brax Airlines flight QS1617 from Shroatia to Kleymond had an accident and veered off the runway while landing... It is reported that Byron Mcdaniel, the CEO of Mcdaniel Group, is also on this flight. He has been sent to First Hospital for emergency Upon

treatmenting this, the smile on Maeve's lips froze. She turned to look at the television screen in disbelief.

Coincidentally, there was a photo of the CEO of Medaniel Group in the news.

Maeve looked at the man in a black suit, looking cold and indifferent in the photo. She was shocked. It was a bolt from the blue for her. She was in a daze.

The news continued, but she registered nothing.

Only the words "Byron Mcdaniel, the CEO of Mcdaniel Group" and "he has been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment" remained in her mind.

She stared at the screen in

"Ma-Maeve,

a daze. Her hand holding the cup hung weakly on her knee.

Maeve, I remember now. The scion of the Mcdaniel family is also named Byron Mcdaniel." Bonnie was so frightened that she stammered. "Isn't, isn't that the same name as your husband's? Isn't that too much of a coincidence.. Oh right!" She suddenly remembered. Those socialites kept sending gifts to my house the other day, asking me to pass them to you and hoping you'd forgive them... I thought they had changed their ways, but it turns out it's because of this... Upon hearing Bonnie's words, Maeve closed her eyes tightly.

Her mind was in a mess. She was clearly sitting beside the fireplace, but she felt as if she were in an icehouse.

It wasn't until a crackling sound came from the fireplace that Maeve was snapped back to her senses. Her fingertips trembled as she picked up her coat from the sofa Bonnie, I'm going to the hospital." Only then did the latter Italf of the news occur to Bonnie. She quickly jumped up and said, "I'll drive you there."

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