The Heir's Secret Bride
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When they got back to the villa, Byron scooped up a snoozing little rascal with one arm and hauled them upstairs to their

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Maeve had to stifle a laugh when she saw him lugging his kid around. Was he carrying his son or a sack of potatoes? He was not gentle at all.

If it weren't for the fact that she was all wet and uncomfortable, she'd definitely snap a pic with her phone as a keepsake.

She headed to her room and took a steamy shower to wash off that stinky sewage smell. She changed into her nightie and stepped out of the bathroom.

The dressing table, which had been empty during the day, was now filled.

It was filled with all her usual skincare and makeup stuff. It was like a mini beauty supply store, all laid out.

He didn't need to guess to know who did it.

Maeve, who'd just been griping about Byron's lack of tenderness in her head, felt a pang in her heart. Even though she wasn't really sure what her feelings were for him. But at least... he cared about her.

Perhaps she was still far from liking him, but she could wait.

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When it came to relationships, Maeve would never turn back.

She sat down and applied fragrance on herself before walking downstairs with light footsteps.

Byron Mcdaniel was already hard at work in the kitchen. After shedding his suit jacket, he was just in a black shirt and slacks, making him look even taller and leaner.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a fair forearm with bulging veins. His thin muscles were smooth and sexy. Even the way he cut the vegetables was as handsome as a painting. Maeve stared for a sec and then walked over to grab the apron. She sidled up behind him and said, "Lift your arm."

"Huh?" Byron didn't even look up. After giving her a quick once-over, he dutifully raised his arm.

Maeve walked in front of him and helped him put on his apron.

"What's with the sudden niceness?" Byron shot her a surprised look.

She even avoided him when she asked for a morning kiss in the morning, as if she was afraid that he would eat her up.

Now, he actually, took the initiative to approach her?

"I'm just putting on an apron," Maeve said, trying to play it cool. Just as she was about to step back, Byron snagged her around the waist, and she nearly crashed into him. "What are you dong?"

"You still owe me something." Byron grinned, his hand on her slender waist. "I left it this morning.

Maeve immediately thought of that pesky morning kiss she'd dodged. Her fair cheeks flushed pink.

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"Why do I have

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"It's indeed unreasonable. For example, why wait until tomorrow night to get back what you owe me last night? It's the same tonight."

eve thought for a second and immediately changed his words. "I think what you said today makes sense. I'll compensate you now."

The twinkle in Byron's eyes got even brighter, like he was waiting for his payback.

Even though she knew they were the only two around and no one was gonna see them, Maeve couldn't help but feel jittery. Her fingers were clenched tight.

"If you drag this out, they'll wake up," Byron drawled. "It's not our first kiss. You need me to show you how?"

Maeve's face went beet red. She gave him a flustered glare and stood on her tiptoes to peck his thin lips.

Little did she know Byron was ready for her. His wet hands snaked around her slim waist. He hoisted her up a bit and plopped her on the kitchen counter. He cradled the back of her head and pulled her in close. No matter how gentle a strong person was, it could not change their strong character.

At first, Byron was still in the mood to tease her. When her breathing became chaotic and she subconsciously opened her mouth, he would slowly taste it.

However, once he touched her fragrance, his rationality kept slipping away.

He wanted to take more and deeper, to rub her into his blood and fuse her into one.

Maeve finally got why he'd hoisted her up there first. It wasn't cuz she was short and he was tired of bending down.

It was because he was afraid that she would lose her balance and affect his performance!

The faucet in the sink was probably a little loose. Every now and then, it dripped, matching Maeve's pounding heart. She felt weak, and her head was starting to spin from a lack of oxygen.

She did not even notice when her nightdress was rubbed to her waist.

"Okay." Byron let her go, panting. The intensity in his narrowed eyes was almost scary. His voice was tight and controlled. "We'll finish this tonight."

These words woke up Maeve's dizzy brain. His face was so hot that it almost exploded.

Byron could not help but kiss her red cheek. "You still want more?"

"No!" Maeve retorted angrily. He pushed him away and was about to jump off the counter.

Byron raised his hand to block her and helped her straighten the belt that had fallen below her shoulders, followed by the hem of her dress that had been ruffled just now.

Only then did Maeve see the "hot mess" she'd made of him. She was so mortified her heart skipped a beat.

-She couldn't help but swat his hand. "Can't you keep it in check? Stop pawing at me. What kind of morning kiss was that?"

Byron smoothed out the wrinkles on her skirt and raised an eyebrow. "Don't say she's from the Grace Faction. She can't hold a candle to our Beast Faction." She looked like a beast to him.

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Maeve cursed him in his heart and ran out of the kitchen without looking back.

After a while, she ran back and deliberately went around to the sink to wash the vegetables.

Byron looked at her and chuckled, "Maeve, if I wanted me?"

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make a move on you here, you think a pair of pyjamas would stop She changed into her pyjamas as if that was going to do any good. Maeve ignored him. She felt safer wearing this. What could he do?

"Go out and wait. I'll make dinner," Byron said again.

"Don't."

"Aren't you afraid that I can't control myself now?"

Maeve shot him a fiery glare. "Will and Theo said yesterday they wanted some of my soup. You don't know how to make it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have come back.

"I won't." Byron slowly picked up the green pepper again. "Don't I still have you?"

Hearing his hidden meaning, Maeve's face that had finally cooled down heated up again. He turned his head away and continued washing the vegetables.

In the end, Maeve only made soup. The other dishes were all made by Byron.

He seemed to know how to cook more and more.

Previously, there were only those few things. Now, there was a trend of comprehensive development.

Maeve had a nagging feeling of doom. She couldn't let him learn to make soup. Otherwise, where would she fit in the

kitchen?

The two little ones probably smelled it. The second the food hit the table, they bound down the stairs, their short legs going a mile a minute. "Mommy, mommy! Loren is in trouble!"

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