The Heir's Secret Bride

"What have you been up to? Why did you just answer the phone said Maeve. "Maeve?" Byron's throat tightened slightly when he heard Maeve's voice,

Byron rarely called her Marve.

There were only a few times that gave her the most unforgettable memories.

Or he leaned close to her neck and affectionately called her by her nickname when he kissed her in a daze.

Or he was teasing her to see her blushing and angry expression.

Or when they were entwined on the bed, he kissed her sensitive car and called out to her. It was like an uncontrollable murmur when they were in extreme love.

However, Maeve seemed to have heard something else in Byron's deep voice at that moment.

Her eyes quickly turned red, and her voice was choked as she said, "It's a room with a refrigeration system that looks like a freezer. It's dark outside and I can't see. I don't know where it is. "Okay, I see. Byron calmly comforted her, 'Don't be afraid. I'll find you as soon as possible."

Tm afraid I can't wait until then. It's so cold in here. I want to sleep so badly

Byron could tell Maeve was weak. She forced herself to speak, indicating her state was almost reaching her limit.

"Don't sleep, and don't close your eyes. Talk to me, okay?"

Maeve's nose was red from the cold, and she was delirious.

ous than you. You're simply an asshole. Someone like you should be single for

"Byron, I've never met anyone more outrageous the rest of your life," said Maeve.

"Okay, no one wants me," Byron replied patiently as he traced the address of her phone call.

"I have another question for you."

"Go ahead."

"How much of what you truth"

said to me in the car that day was true? Maeve said weakly, closing her eyes. "I want to hear the

Byron had gotten into his car on his way to Maeve's place.

Upon hearing her question, Byron answered almost without hesitation, "It's all fake. You were wired at that time. I deliberately said those words to Neville."

Maeve immediately felt even more aggrieved. Her nose tip twitched as she choked. "Then, can't you remind me in another way? You can write it on paper, but why can't you be as good as a child? I hate you when you talk to me like that and belittle me to nothing "Why are you always bullying me? You know I didn't harm Gilben. Why are you so fierce every time you see me? It's as if I've done something wrong!

The cold made Maeve feel weak, and her cries were thin and weak, yet filled with indescribable grievances and bitterness.

Byron felt as if his heart had been scratched heavily by a cat and bled profusely.

An uncontrollable sense of self-blame washed over him.

He lowered his eyes slightly. The light shone through the car window. His handsome face was indistinguishable.

"Maeve, don't cry," said Byron in a hoarse voice, word by word. can't hug you now

All the words were too weak.

He wanted to hug her and comfort her, but he couldn't

Byron, the leader of the Mcdaniel Group, who controlled half of the business world and had always been decisive, had never felt so powerless, Maeve closed her eyes tightly. The tears at the corners of her eyes had frozen, adding another layer of moisture.

However, she didn't want Byron to hug her.

She wanted Byron to love her.

The temperature in the room kept dropping, and Maeve's phone screen went completely black.

Lynn heard their entire conversation aside, feeling sour, a bit better, and a trace of jealousy.

Lynn felt a weight on her shoulder the next second, and Maeve fainted,

"Maeve, Maeve?" called Lynn.

Lynn

couldn't wake Maeve up no matter how hard she tried. Maeve body temperature was also so low that it was almost nonexistent.

Lynn panicked and quickly wrapped Maeve tightly in her coat, but it was useless.

She didn't want Macve to die. Not at all.

Lynn gritted her teeth and pulled the necklace off her neck. The necklace was a ball-shaped design that could be opened in the middle. There was a pill hidden inside it.

After taking the pill, Lynn's originally petite body began to grow. Her bones creaked and made a numbing sound as if her bones that were curled together were gradually opening. The noise stopped, and a tall, slender young boy with exquisite features that were even more beautiful than a girl stood

there.

His fox-like eyes drooped slightly, and his face was sickly red like a rose.

beautiful that he didn't seem like a mortal.

He was so b

He carried Maeve on his back and tied her tightly to him with the coat. He crawled along the shelf to the window and punched the crack.

Perhaps it was because Maeve had smashed open that crack, causing the window to be less sturdy. He punched it three times with his fist, and the glass shattered with a crack.

He did not reach out to block it. He stepped on the window frame and held Maeve behind him with one hand as he jumped down the window,

.

He landed first as a cushion for Maeve.

Lynn unbuttoned her coat and knelt before Maeve to rub her palins and neck so that Macve's blood could flow again and prevent her from dying from hypothermia.

Maeve was not completely unconscious. She could sense it when 1ynn brought her out of the window until now.

She moved her pale lips and said hoarsely. "Thank... thank you..

"You helped me, too." Lynn held Maeve's hand with a complicated gaze.

Maeve was so cold that she could not think. She closed her eyes and did not notice Lynn's voice like a boy's

Lynn knew it wasn't going to work. She stuffed Maeve into her coat and wanted to take her to the nearby hospital.

A beam of headlights came from afar at that moment. Then came the sound of the engine turning off, followed by a rush of quick footsteps.

Byron arrived before Lynn with his men in the blink of an eye. His narrow eyes were fixed on Maeve in Lynn's arms. His eyes were as cold as ice.

"How is she asked Byron.

"Her body temperature is hypothermic. She fainted," Lynn replied as she pursed her lips.

Byron frowned and stretched out his arms to take Maeve over. brought a doctor over. Go to the car behind and check. Leave her to me.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Unexpectedly, Lynn dodged.

Byron's arm froze in mid-air.

As if sensing something. Byron looked at Lynn again with a meaningful gaze, "Leon, she is my wife."

"Byron, I know," Leon said lightly. He suppressed the unreasonable reluctance in his heart and returned Maeve to Byron.

The moment his arms were empty, Leon felt his heart empty, too. He suddenly felt upset

Byron strode into his car with Maeve in his arms. In a deep voice, he told the chauffeur, Turn the air-conditioning to the highest temperature and raise the partition." "Yes, Mr. Mcdaniel." The chauffeur quickly did as he was told.

Byron quickly changed out of Maeve's wet clothes, dried the water droplets on her skin with a towel, and put the dry new clothes on her.

Byron, always criticized by Maeve for being in heat, only had a solemn and cautious look in his dark eyes when he changed her clothes.

It was as if he was treating a precious treasure.

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