The Heir's Secret Bride

Byron held her slender waist with one hand and said in a lazy tone, "If you behave, I might just let you off

He thought, 'For example, stop saying one thing but meaning another all the time and act like you don't care about me. What would saying something nice really do for her?" Maeve clenched her fists tightly and said sarcastically, "Oh, right, I forgot that you're the high and mighty CEO of Medaniel Group. If 1 offend you. I'll definitely be in hot water. Byron frowned. "What did you say?"

"Nothing. Mr. Mcdaniel, if you feel that my drawing has offended you, feel free to sue me or call the police to arrest me right now. I don't care."

With that said. Maeve struggled forcefully to free herself from his arm.

Unexpectedly, Byron suddenly let go. Not managing to control her movement in time, she plopped down onto the bed with

a thud

thad

Even though the bed was soft, Maeve was still stunned by the fall, her gaze blank.

"You..

"You have calmed down, huh?" Byron crossed his arms. His blue eyes were sharp and seemed to be able to see through people's thoughts. Staring at her intently, he said, "Maeve, what exactly are you afraid of?"

Maeve's shoulders trembled slightly as she thought, Afraid? So I've been afraid all along? I'm afraid that I'd be too involved with someone of Byron's status, worrying that he would suffer no loss if we parted ways but I might end up badly hurt. I'm also afraid of something like what happened with Jeff before. What I fear even more is... that he just wants to have fun with me and doesn't really love me. Maeve felt an indescribable sense of

"I'm still a little dizzy. I want to sle emotional weariness welling up inside her. Not wanting to think any further, she turned and burrowed into the blanket.

now."

A muffled I voice came from under the blanket.

Byron was so angry that he almost laughed, thinking, "This woman scolded me without letting me explain myself, and she wants to avoid the subject now?" He went forward and pulled the blanket away. His voice was deep and cold as he said, "Get up. We haven't cleared things up, yet you want to sleep?"

In just a few breaths, she

Holding onto her waist, he dragged Maeve out of the blanket. She stretched out her hands to resist, but be grabbed her wrists and pressed them firmly above her head. was like a fish that was at the mercy of others. She was pressed down by Byron and could not move. "Byron Maeve was angry and anxious. She glared at him angrily. I have nothing to talk to you about except divorce."

"What's wrong? Not calling me Mr. Mcdaniel anymore?" Also riled up by her, Byron pinched her chin and leaned forward. His tone became serious "While I'm still in a good mood, you'd better clear things up. What do you mean you will be in hot water after offending me? What exactly are you dissatisfied with about me, huh?"

Maeve stubbornly turned her head away. "No, I have no dissatisfaction with you."

"You're lying" Byron's eyes turned slightly cold. "You're not trying to get a divorce because I hid my identity from you. You're afraid that I'll use my power against you, right?" Maeve said nothing. Her jaw ached as he forcibly turned her face toward him, making her meet his gaze,

"Marve, is t

is that how you see me?" Byron's tone was icy. "Or have Theen too indulgent with you, leading you to have delusional disorder?"Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Maeve frowned and said with a sense of self-disdain, "You're the one with delusional disorder. Yes. So what if that's how I see you? You're powerful and influential. You even want to sue me for sketching a drawing of you. If I accidentally offend you one day, I won't even have the ability to protect myself"

She thought. The trauma that

that Jeff left on me still hasn't disappeared. I can only force myself to stay rational, not let my feelings cloud my judgment, and not fall into that kind of difficult situation again. Is it wrong with me doing that?" and suddenly chuckled. on in

Byron looked a ked at her and

what's

Right after that, he leaned close to her ear and said stakething in a joke seriously. No wonder you think you'll die if you offend me."

Maeve's pupils shrank slightly, and her cheeks instantly flushed.

low

"D-don't do

She thought, "What nonsense is

she spouting? How can he even say something like that? Does he have any shame? D-a t do anything rash." She swallowed her saliva, her clear eyes filled with panic.

Byron snorted and chuckled. "You know you can't protect yourself, yet you still dare to provoke me. Can your small build handle my torture?"

Maeve closed her eyes in shame and anger, withdrawing from facing the situation.

Then,

she felt a pain in her lower lip..

She opened her eyes i in pain and met Byron's blue eyes. "If you mention divorce again, do you believe I'll really use my power against you?"

"What will you do?" Maeve asked instinctively.

Byron sneered and slowly said, "T'll cause you serious trouble."

Marve was left speechless

The heat that had just faded surged back to her face, making her feel like her mind was on the verge of breaking from stress, and her entire body was flushing with heat.

"Byron!"

"I can hear you," Byron then let go of her hand and said firmly. "Move back before the day after tomorrow. Do you hear me? Maeve's eyes glinted. After a long silence, she suddenly asked him. "Byron, do you have feelings for me?" Byron paused in his action of getting up. His Adam's apple inexplicably tightened. After a moment, he replied, "I don't hate you Inwardly, Maeve smiled self-mockingly and thought, 'So that means he doesn't have feelings for me either. Fine. I didn't have any expectations in the first place. Compared to liking me, he probably finds liking my body more practical even though we've never gotten physical 75%

She

"Since you don't like me, why are you unwilling to get a divorce Maeve lowered her gaze. "If you're worried about the division of assets. I can sign a divorce agreement with you where I won't take a single cent of your assets, and I'll leave with nothing." had asked Bonnie to help her find a lawyer for this reason.

Perhaps i in the eyes of others, she was getting a raw deal or even acting foolishly.

However, she did not want to lose her own integrity.

"Maeve, as long as you don't talk about feelings, you are Mrs. Mcdaniel, Byron said slowly. "Even if we get a divorce in the future. I won't treat y inadequately. Understand?"

He thought. I've never considered spending my life with anyone. Marriage can be temporary, but it can't last forever. Even if Maeve is different from other women, I won't make an exception for her.

Maeve felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water. The tiny glimmer of hope that had just arisen within her disappeared completely.

"So, what you're saying is that if we don't get divorced now, you'll pay me handsomely in the future?" She swallowed her bitterness and made an effort to calm herself. "Yes, you can name the conditions."

She

thought. So generous.

Maeve gripped the corner of the blanket and was silent for a long while. She then looked up and said. "I want that apartment of yours, including that Christmas tree." She thought, Talking about feelings makes me look foolish. Let's only talk about money then.

It just so happened that she really liked that apartment. It had decorations and items she had carefully arranged. She had put in a lot of effort.

The warmth and comfort she felt there were greater than anything she had experienced over the past twenty-odd years combined.

Byron raised his eyebrows, feeling slightly surprised. He thought, 'She doesn't want Mcdaniel Group shares, luxury cars, or mansions. She doesn't want that building either. She only wants that apartment?" He reminded her slowly, "Maeve, I wasn't joking when I said I wouldn't treat you inadequately