The Heir's Secret Bride

18:52 FMI,

"Maeve, have I offended you recently?" Byron asked.

"Huh?" Maeve acted innocent.

Byron slowly narrowed his dark eyes. "You didn't let me kiss you just now, and now you're not letting me hug you. Is this what you want me to do to you?"

Maeve paused for two seconds. When she realized the erotic trap in his words, her face immediately flushed red, and her clear eyes were filled with embarrassment.

'How could he say that!' Maeve rolled her eyes and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? When did we agree on this?" She had only changed the word, but the entire meaning had changed.

Byron looked at her small red earlobe with slight satisfaction. He pinched it with his fingertips and played with it. He said slowly, "Then tell me, why did you avoid intimate contact with me for the past two days?"

Maeve was silent for a moment. Unable to tell the truth, she could only spout nonsense. "Have you not thought about how long it will take me to recover according to your needs and the strength of each time you do it?" "How can you blame me?" Byron drawled lazily. "You're too delicious. I can't control myself."

'Cannibalism is against the law, bastard!' Maeve shouted inside her heart.

Maeve was so angry that she turned around and refused to talk to him.

However, Byron did not let her off He was not someone who would go along with others' personalities. On the contrary, sometimes, the more she resisted, the more excited he became.

For example, at that moment, Maeve was only distracted for a moment before he was snuck into her clothes.

Maeve wanted to bite him. She glared at him in embarrassment and anger. "What are you doing? Why are you touching me when we're talking nicely?"

"You don't look like you want to talk to me properly, so I have no choice but to do it." Byron's palm closed slightly, forming a bulging outline under the material of her thin shirt.

When Maeve felt Byron's hands under her shirt, Maeve's throat felt a little dry, and her body twisted uncomfortably.

Just when she thought Byron would make other moves, he stopped.

Maeve bit her lip and turned around to look at him.

"Didn't you want to talk to me about something? You can tell me now." Byron's expression could not be more serious. If his arm weren't tangled in Maeve's clothing, his expression might be more convincing. Maeve gritted her teeth and could not help but scold him. "Take your hand away! How am I supposed to say this way?"

"If you don't tell me, I'll continue?" Byron teased her."

Sensing her sudden increased threat, Maeve's breathing slowed down slightly. She quickly pressed down on the arm that he had left outside. "Don't, I'll tell you!"

""Yes?" Byron replied.

Maeve gasped and tried her best to ignore his strong presence. Did Aeolian look for you? Can you show me the message she sent you?"

"My phone's in my pocket. Help yourself." Byron let Maeve to search the phone in his pocket.

Maeve lowered her head and touched his trouser pocket. In the end, when she moved, it was as if she took the initiative to rub against his palm. She almost panted softly. She tried her best to hold it in and went to look for the phone in his pocket.

Maeve did not notice that Byron's eyes behind her gradually darkened.

That pair of soft little hands kept touching his thigh. Although unintentional, it had stirred up a fire that surged toward his lower abdomen.

Byron's back was tense, and his chin was pressed against Maeve's shoulder. It was more convenient for him to hug her from behind.

Other than that, Byron did not do anything else. It was like he hugged her to relieve his fatigue from working for a long time.

However, Maeve knew that his hands were not that innocent.

After searching for a long time, she finally pulled the phone out of his pocket. She inadvertently glanced to the side and her mind went blank for a moment.

"Byron!" Maeve used her forehead to knock against his chin like an angry little beast. "Can't you think of something healthy in your head? Aren't you afraid of overindulgence and death?"

Byron raised his eyebrows. "You're sitting in my arms. If I don't react, you should be worried."

"Nonsense." Maeve wanted to sit more forward. "You're hurting me. Can you stop?"

Byron held her waist with one hand and pulled her tightly into his arms. He laughed softly and hoarsely. "No."

Maeve felt like a pillow.

It was not enough to be held by him. Byron had to flatten and mold Maeve, pulling out the shape he wanted like clay. She wanted to ignore him, but the stacked waves were so fierce that it was difficult for her to focus, let alone look at his phone. In the past, Maeve would probably have begged for mercy and agreed to let him do whatever he wanted.

Today, She would not.

After learning that Byron had slept with Molly, she tried to control herself at that kind of thing. 'Leould not be the only one suffering.

Maeve suddenly put down his phone, and kicked off her slippers, facing Byron. She started kissing Byron's sexy Adam's apple.

Byron's eyes suddenly darkened. His large hand that was holding her slender arm kept exerting strength, and the corners of his long and narrow eyes were filled with a hint of red.

"Don't move," Maeve said vaguely. She opened her red lips and bit his neck gently. The soft tip of her tongue kept sweeping

across it.

She felt Byron's body was so hot that it was about to explode.

It was like a power bank that had reached its limit.

Byron finally could not hold it anymore. He grabbed her waist and pressed her onto the sofa.

Just as the kiss was about to land, Maeve covered her lips with a palm.

Her sweet face was flushed as she gave him a charming and provocative smile. "You promised me before, if I didn't want it, you would not force me. I don't want it today."

Byron's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, His dark eyes were filled with disappointment. "You did it on purpose?"

"You made the first move. I'm just retaliating a little," Maeve said innocently.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds. Byron, who had yet to pull his hand out from under her clothes, rubbed it hard. When he heard her moan, the unsatisfied expression on his face eased. Maeve was a little nervous. If he insisted, there was nothing she could do about it.

Unexpectedly, Byron took his hand out and tidied her crumpled shirt and skirt. He held the back of her head and helped her sit properly.

A hint of surprise appeared in Maeve's eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Byron caught her expression and gave her a sidelong glance.

Maeve shook her head and picked up the phone on the table again to look for his chat history with Aeolian.

She guessed that Aeolian might be up to no good, but she did not expect her to be so good at "transferring flowers and trees"

She and Bonnie were not talking about that. After Aeolian pinched her head, it created the illusion that she was complaining to her best friend that Byron was not good. The person she liked was Clem Holland. The truth was the complete opposite.novelbin

Maeve was so angry that she could not breathe properly. She turned around and asked Byron, "Are you going to sue Aeolian Soar?"

"I don't have a habit of bluffing," Byron replied.

"Then, didn't you suspect me when you saw these screenshots?"