The Heir's Secret Bride

This was the first time Byron had met such a troublesome woman.

He also had never met such an unreasonable woman.

The fact that Maeve kept insisting that he was still her husband also made him a little unhappy for some reason.

He did not probe further. With a cold expression, he let Maeve go back to her room to sleep.

Maeve exclaimed, "No, no. I won't sleep if you don't hug me."

Byron could not move. He wondered if she really knew that he wasn't the man she married.

She was acting so coquettishly toward him in such a casual manner.

Byron pursed his lips and carried her out emotionessly.

Maeve looked at his clenched fists, and she laughed secretly.

It turned out that Byron was easily bullied at this age.

The next moment, Byron threw Maeve onto the bed.

"Ouch!" Maeve covered the back of her head and glared bed?" Byron mocked her. "You asked forit. You had it coming." 3 70%

at him indignantly. "Why do you have to throw me so hard on the

With that, he was about to leave when Maeve grabbed his wrist.

"How am I supposed to sleep if you're gone?" Maeve said as she tried her best to stay awake.

Byron pulled his hand back expressionlessly. "I don't care if you can sleep or not. I've already said that the person who married you was..."

"Then get my husband back."

Byron was speechless.

"If you can't get him back, you should only listen to me obediently."

Looking at Maeve's sly and smug expression, Byron suddenly felt very upset.

He suddenly leaned over and approached her. He supported himself with one hand by her side and hooked the collar of her pajamas with the other. His eyes were fixed on her. "Why? Do you want me to stay and sleep with you?" Byron asked

Maeve replied, "Why not? In any case, I will have a taste of your body sooner or later

Although you're not my type, I can make an exception and satisy you Byron said.

Maeve was surprised by the dangerous and wild look in Byron'seyes. Then, she burst out laughing.

Byron's expression turned even uglier. "What are you laughing at?"

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"I'm laughing at you. You are inexperienced, but you're still pretending to be an experienced lover." Maeve could not stop laughing. "You think I'll be afraid just because you scare me like this?" She was no longer the girl who would be embarrassed when Byron just touched her.

Maeve was very thick-skinned now.

Byron seemed to be angered by her words. He tightened his grip on her collar, and the ribbon around the collar instantly broke.

When the ribbon broke, Maeve's fair shoulders and breasts were exposed. She wasn't wearing any underwear.

Byron felt his temperature rising, and his head was going to explode.

He suddenly retracted his hand and stood up straight. His ears and neck became red.

Maeve was stunned and pointed at Byron's face. "Y... You have a nosebleed..."

Byron could not say anything. He raised his hand and wiped his nose. With a frustrated expression, he turned around and quickly walked out to the bathroom. Maeve started to laugh again.

The veins on Byron's forehead twitched as he stood in the washroom to clean up.

Byron saw that his face was red. As he had just washed his face, he looked more handsome.

He lowered his head and rinsed his hands with foam. In the mirror, he caught a glimpse of a head peeking through the gap at the door.

"Byron, are you okay?"

Byron did not want to answer.

Maeve said, "Your temper is so strong. You scared me just now."

Byron still refused to speak.

"But that's nothing. Maybe I've been holding it in too much lately. My body needs something."

Byron couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to hear about sex between her and that Byron at all.

"Enough is enough. Don't make fun of me like I'm him," Byron said coldly. "I'm not him, and I won't be like him in the

future.

Maeve blinked. "But you're even better now. Your figure and energy are awesome."

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Realizing that he had been taken away by her thoughts, Byron suddenly calmed down and shook off the water in his hand. "I'll sleep in the guest room."

Maeve chuckled a few times as she watched him run away. It was so much fun teasing him.

However, Byron was in his twenties, would he have seen her then?

Maeve recalled the first time they met.

In the end, she realized that there was a sulle change in her memory. It was as if something else had been added to the original memory.

For example, back then they crossed paths in summer.

However, the person who took the initiative at that time was Byron.noveldrama

He was quite aggressive. She was not his match at all. They became a couple as soon as she graduated from high school.

Her disappointment in her family disappeared because Byron came into her life.

Maeve felt like she had changed.

She was not as sensitive or imaginative anymore. She had also become more thick-skinned.

Maeve wondered if she was influenced by these memories.

She hummed a tune as she changed into another set of pajamas and went to bed.

Byron suppressed his urge by taking a two-hour cold shower in the guest bedroom.

To him, a man's desires were the most unnecessary burden. He felt that it was very low level. Other than affecting his judgment, there was no benefit.

The next day, Maeve boiled some soup and asked Byron to come over and drink it.

This soup is very good for your body. It calms the mind, and also nourishes the kidneys..."

She suddenly stopped talking.

Byron looked at her with dark eyes.

Maeve held back her laughter and placed the soup bowl on the table. "Try it and see if it tastes good."

Byron did not want to embarrass her. He sat down and took a few sips.

"How do you like it?" Maeve asked.

Byron answered, "It's okay."

Maeve asked again, "Can you make breakfast?"

"A little, Byron replied.

"Then you can make breakfast today," Maeve said. "You were the one who said that you wanted to spend some time with me,

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so there are no helpers in the villa. We have to do everything ourselves?

Byron looked up and said, "I told you, I'm not him."

"Don't tell me you don't know how to cook?"

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Byron was speechless again He stood up and walked in silence to the kitchen. He took two eggs from the fridge.

Maeve crossed her arms and watched him fry the eggs.

With his culinary skills, it shouldn't be difficult to make breakfast

As Maeve thought about it, she saw Byron throw the entire egg into the pan and try to stir-fry it

The egg burst.

Egg yolk and white were everywhere. Fortunately, Maeve dodged quickly.

"Why did you throw the entire egg in?" Maeve asked.

"It's none of your business." Byron pursed his thin lips and used a rag to clean up the mess.

Maeve was suspicious. "Don't tell me you're pretending that you don't know how to cook. Your culinary skills are supposed to be very good. Other than the fact that in the beginning, you couldn't even tell the difference between onions and leek." Byron kept his mouth shut and pretended not to hear anything. He didn't know he could cook.

He only knew how to make a sandwich.