The Heir's Secret Bride

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"Byron..." Maeve's voice gradually became flustered. Her slender ngers scratched his arm that was hanging by his waist. trying to make him stop.

However, he turned a deaf ear and only focused on Maeve whom he had been targeting for a long time.

Maeve whimpered and turned her head. Her slender neck was covered in a layer of beautiful powder. Her mind was blank. Because she could not see, it magnified her other senses.

The stimulation of a single point was far more torturous than spreading but.

The friction between the hem of the dress and the fabric produced rustling sounds. The sound of water on the surface of the sea was ambiguous and adhered to each other. It was endless and occupied Maeve's most sensitive nerve.

It was as if whales had emerged from the water again. The surface of the sea rippled as it was slapped. From time to time, whales jumped out of the sea, pushing the surging waves higher and higher.

In the end, it spat out a powerful stream of air, and the mist slowly fell.

The corners of Maeve's eyes were wet with water droplets and hung on them. The redness of the tip of her hose made it more attractive.

Byron raised the back of his hand and looked straight at her with his dark and cold eyes. Then, he wiped her moist thin lips with the back of his hand.

Maeve's head exploded with a buzz. Her slightly opened red lips finally closed, and her legs trembled uncontrollably.

"You, wait... Let's talk civilly. Don't..."

Byron was unmoved by her words. He grabbed her waist and dragged her forward. He no longer hid his dominance and desire to invade her.

""You should have seen this coming before you upset me. Why are you

you hiding? Didn't

ask me to find a woman?"

Maeve wanted to retort, "I didn't ask you to look for me." However, just as she opened her mouth, the rest of her words disappeared in his ruthless kiss, as if he was going to devour her in the next second.

Her consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, and her mind was in a mess. In a daze, she heard Byron ask in her ear, "Tell me, do you want it or not?"

His question was gentle and respectful, but his actions did not give her the right to say no.

Maeve bit the skin between his thumb and index finger. Unbearable tears seeped out from the corners of her red eyes. Ever at this point, she was unwilling to show weakness to him. "Don't do it if you can!" Byron snorted meaningfully. He held her waist and lifted her up pulling her into his arms.

It felt like a century had passed.

Before the last light faded and night fell, the hot air balloon began to descend.

Maeve's legs were trembling. She slapped Byron's hand away and held her breath. "I don't want you to pretend to be kind. Go away!"

'He was like an animal just now. Why was he acting like a gentleman now?' Maeve thought.

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She had to pay such a huge price to see the scenery. If she had known earlier, she would not have followed him up no matter what 'Under the premise of this romantic transportation tool and scenery, is it to make him do that kind of thing? Byron touched the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth and glanced at the back of his red hand. There was no dissatisfaction on his handsome and deep face. He slowly went forward and picked her up horizontally.

Ignoring her protests and struggles, he headed straight for the townhouse at the front of the lawn.

In the bedroom on the third floor, Maeve was thrown into the bathtub like a fish without scales.

"I'll do it myself! It's not like I don't have hands. You always take advantage of me! If you want to do it, don't do it with me. I've had enough of you. I want to go back! Are you trying to imprison me here?" Maeve asked. This fierce-looking fish was really not threatening at all. A thin layer of mist gathered in her eyes, making people want to bully her even more.

Byron's hand that was squeezing the bubbles paused. Then, he narrowed his black eyes. "I'm not full today."

It was obvious what he meant.

Maeve immediately fell silent. Her red lips were pursed tightly. She looked angry and indignant. She wanted to scold him, but she was even more afraid that he would unleash his beastly nature again. Even though she had been seduced by him on the hot air balloon, she would never give him a second chance.

The first time could be said to be a breakup sex, but what about the second time?

The aggrieved Maeve squatted in the bathtub and allowed Byron to rub it. He covered her with bubbles and washed it clean from the inside out.

Surprisingly, he did not take the opportunity to make love with her.

After taking a shower, Byron carried Maeve, who was wrapped in a bathrobe and drying his hair. He placed her on the bed and began to change his clothes in front of her.

Maeve was in a daze. She raised her head and saw the tall and slender male body in front of him. The lines of his back muscles were smooth and filled with strength, especially the few crisscrossing scratches on them. There was a hint of wild charm in his sexiness.

The tip of her nose heated up. She couldn't take it anymore and shouted at him, "There's a bathroom in two steps. Do you have to change your clothes in front of me?"

"It's not like you haven't seen it before. Why are you angry?" Byron slowly put on a new shirt and turned around to face her His beautiful abdominal muscles were faintly visible, and his sexy V-line gradually disappeared below. It was tempting.

The visual impact made Maeve momentarily forget what to say. She was dazed by the scene in front of him for a moment. Byron took in her expression and he smiled. "Do I look good?"

"Not at all!" Maeve blushed and looked away. "Can you hurry up? If you're so slow, when can I go back?"

Byron looked at the clock unhurriedly. "It's dangerous to sail at night. Are you sure you want to leave now?"

Maeve turned her head to look out of the window. The sky was already completely dark. Only the street lamps outside wei lit, and she could vaguely see the dark sea in the distance. She felt a little scared and didn't dare to sit on his unreasonable motorbike at this time.

"Then give me your phone. I have to tell Will and Theo, or they be worried," she said.

"Before I brought you out, I told them beforehand. You don't need to tell them," Byron replied.

"So why did you ask me first?"

Byron fastened the last button. Looking at her speechless expression, he seemed to be very puzzled. "I brought you from

you in advance?" home to the sea for so long before you woke up. How should I inform

In other words, if she was dead asleep, she shouldn't blame others for not waking her up.

Maeve blushed again. I'm too tired! What can I do?'

Also, she was already completely familiar with his aura and accepted it. That was why she was unprepared when he approached. "This won't do,' she thought.

"Hurry up and change your clothes. Dinner is getting cold," Byron urged.

Maeve picked up the new clothes on the bedside table, glanced at Byron, and went into the bathroom.

Byron snorted behind her.

Maeve did not care. She would not be as shameless as him. He had to show off his figure from all angles just to change his clothes.

'So what if he had a good figure? I'm also in good shape. I won't show off like him.'

In the restaurant on the first floor, Maeve looked at the empty dining table and was dumbfounded. "You told me that dinner is getting cold. Where is it? Where is there anything here?"

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