The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve bought a ticket and went in. Since she did not know wher Byron was, she could only walk around and try her luck.

She didn't notice the no-entry sign hanging at the top of the stairs and went straight upstairs. Sounds of small voices came from the corridor.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, we've actually met before. Back then, I was still in high school and happened to meet you when I was visiting Kleymond University. At that time, you accidentally fainted in front of me due to low blood sugar..."

Maeve slowed down. This voice sounded a little familiar.

"There was another time when I sneaked out of Kleymond University to wait for you, but I didn't dare to see you. In the end, I turned around and saw you behind me..."

Molly looked shyly at the man in front of her. She paused for a moment and continued, "Perhaps you don't remember these past things, but I've always remembered them in my heart. I'm very grateful that you reached out and pulled me when I was most disappointed." Byron frowned slightly and looked at Molly's face. He said, "When are you going to pay me back the money you owe me back then?"

Maeve, who was approaching, was stunned. From a distance, he saw Byron and Molly standing in front of a dome-shaped floor-to-ceiling window. The light happened to shine in, and they seemed to match.

Maeve felt a stab in her heart, and the thought of walking over stopped in her heart.

Molly was stunned for a moment before she realized that Byron might be testing if she was lying.

She quickly continued, "You gave me 40 dollars back then. Including the ticket fee, it's 50 dollars. I'll return it to you now..." However, she did not think that Byron would really want it.

With one hand in his pocket, Byron said coldly, "Just transfer the money."

Molly was speechless.

She almost couldn't remember this beautiful memory.

Molly turned the money over awkwardly and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Mcdaniel, do you still keep your words from before?"

"What did I say?" Byron asked casually.

"It's... it's..." Molly blushed. The words that followed seemed to embarrass her. "You said that if I can get into Kleymond University, you'll..."

"Why are you here?" Byron suddenly spoke, interrupting Molly's voice.

His gaze passed by Molly and landed on Maeve.

Maeve vaguely heard their conversation. Initially, she did not intend to go over and wanted to leave. However, as soon as she moved, she was locked in by Byron.

She pursed her red lips and walked towards him. She said in a muffled voice, "I heard that the scenery here is good, so I came to take a look. Can't I?" Why does he smell like alcohol?' she wondered.

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Byron's thin lips twitched slightly as he stared at her with a deep gaze.

Molly looked surprised. "Ms. Reese, did you hear... You misunderstood. Mr. Mcdaniel and I were just talking about work. It's definitely not what you think." Maeve thought, 'I didn't ask, right?'

"This place is not for visit," Byron said calmly, "If you're done, go back early."

'What does he mean? He kicks me out as soon as I arrive. Maeve insisted on going against him. "I'm not leaving. What can you do?"

"Call security."

Molly was instantly delighted. She stood at the side and smiled silently.

"What if I'm here for you?" Maeve looked straight at Byron and went straight to the point. "I want to talk to you about what happened this morning." Byron's expression did not change. "There's nothing to talk about between us. I've already informed you, haven't I?"

"Is that what you really think?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Byron said.

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Before Maeve could come back to her senses, her eyes had already turned red. The tip of her nose was sore and swollen, spreading to her throat.

"Molly, give me the room card." Byron did not look at Maeve anymore and instructed Molly.

Molly immediately took out her room card and handed it to him. "Mr. Mcdaniel. The room Mr. Roche prepared for you is on the fifth floor. If you feel uncomfortable, please contact me at any time." "Yeah."

Before Molly left, she looked back at Maeve and gave her a victorious smile.

Maeve clenched her fists and turned to leave.

She suddenly remembered the number on the room card and stopped in her tracks.

'Should I leave just like that, or trust my judgment?' She fell into a deep confusion. wwwwwwnovelbin

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In the guest room on the fifth floor, Byron's actions of taking off his coat visibly slowed down, and his eyes gradually became blurry.

Glancing at the hangover soup on the table, he held the bowl and drank it in one gulp before lying down on the big bed behind him.

The lilies on the table emitted a faint fragrance as if they had a charm that could steal one's soul.

The temperature suddenly rose, and Byron on the bed frowned Beads of sweat kept appearing on his forehead. He,casually pulled open his collar, and his breathing became heavier. After an unknown time, the door quietly opened a crack, and a petite figure crawled in.

Byron opened his chaotic but sharp eyes and locked onto the figure in the darkness. In the next second, heat kept surging into his body and gradually extinguished the last trace of rationality. 13:07 Thu, ai

The figure cried out in surprise as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed.

All the voices were drowned in the scorching sex.

Her consciousness kept sinking into the lust, unable to break free

After an unknown period of time, Macve's entire body was aching as she got up from the man's arms.

Her waist and legs were so sore that she almost cursed on the spot. Her legs were propped up and trembling non-stop, and the discomfort between her legs was to the extreme.

She almost suspected that this man had been drugged.

No matter how fierce he was usually, he would not

be so

unrestrained as to torture her to death.

He dragged her to do it without saying a word.

She was here to talk to him about something, not to deliver sex to him!

Moreover, they had just quarreled!

Maeve cursed Byron a few hundred times in her heart. She removed the arm that was tightly wrapped around her waist. As soon as she sat up, her waist went limp and she fell back.

The back of her head hit the man's chin. The sleeping man frowned slightly and turned around to hug her waist again, just like every night.

Hearing that he seemed to be whispering something, Maeve moved closer to his lips in confusion, wanting to hear what he said.

When Maeve heard the words "Molly", her expression changed. Does he actually think of me as Molly? He...'

Maeve's breath was stuck in her chest and she almost exploded.

However, she felt even more embarrassed and unbearable,

How could he treat her as another woman?

She forcefully shook off Byron's arm and endured the physical discomfort to get up from the bed. Her fair skin was covered in dense red marks. At first glance, she looked like she had been abused. Maeve's fingers were trembling. She gritted her teeth and put on her clothes before staggering out of the room.

Not long after she left, the door was quietly pushed open again.

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