The Heir's Secret Bride

Byron tugged the blanket down, revealing Maeve with her eyes squeezed shut like she was fast asleep. But the way her eyelids twitched gave her away.

He pulled her close, his rough voice whispering by her car. "Great, if you're asleep, I can keep going. I'm not done yet."

Maeve stayed still for a second, but when she realized he wasn't joking, she shot her eyes open and shoved his shoulder in frustration. "You don't even let me sleep! Are you even human?"

Byron caught her wrist easily, twisting it behind her back as he pulled her onto his lap. She was stuck, unable to move as his lips brushed along the soft curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Completely overpowered, Maeve felt her body go limp in his arms. Her energy drained, completely at his mercy. Compared to him, she felt small, trapped in his strength.

He could hold both her wrists with one hand, no problem. Her back was pressed firmly against his chest, her heartbeat picking up.

Feeling a growing discomfort, Maeve furrowed her brows and squirmed a little in his arms. "If you're going to torture me, just get it over with. Why keep me hanging like this?"

"Answer me first." His voice was hoarse as he pressed her knee down, keeping her still. "Why did you hide it from me?"

Maeve huffed. "I wasn't trying to hide it. I promised Jaylen I wouldn't tell anyone."

Byron narrowed his eyes. "You're really good to him, huh?"

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"Yeah, and I hate it. Too bad," he finally said.

She could tell he was just pushing her buttons to make her shut up, but she was too exhausted to argue. Her flushed face sank into the pillow as she mumbled a few insults, but they quickly faded as her strength gave out. Soon enough, she couldn't find the words to fight anymore.

The lights in the master bedroom stayed on all night, and by noon the next day, Maeve could barely move. Her legs were sore, her back ached, and she felt like she'd been run over.

Rubbing her sore waist, she silently cursed Byron, pushing through the discomfort as she got up to wash. She was brushing her teeth when Byron strolled in and casually placed the clothes she needed on the shelf.

"You grabbed my clothes all the way there?" Maeve asked, spitting out the toothpaste. "Are Will and... Leo even awake yet?"

She regretted asking Theo for that fake name; she could've slipped up with the wrong name at any moment and ended up

in a mess.

Byron leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "It's already noon. Do you really think they're still sleeping like you?" Maeve shot him a dirty look in the mirror. "Gee, wonder whose fault that is."

If it wasn't Saturday, there's no way she would've let him push things as far as he had last night.

"Yeah, yeah, my bad." Byron grinned. "Finish up, change, and come eat."

Maeve rolled her eyes but nodded. As she rinsed, her gaze fell on an ointment sitting on the sink. It looked oddly familiar, and before she could ask, Byron spoke again. "I already put some on for you. You don't need it anymore. Chapter 336

It wasn't like she was seriously hurt-just sore. The ointment was just to ease the swelling.

Her face went beet-red when she finally understood. "I don't need you to explain! Get out!"

Seeing her flustered, Byron chuckled and walked out, clicking his tongue as he went.

Maeve grabbed the ointment and quickly stashed it behind the mirror, her face still burning. After washing up, she changed, folded her clothes from the night before, and set them aside to take care of after lunch.

Even though the two of them had crossed all sorts of lines, Maeve still couldn't bring herself to hang her undergarments up at Byron's place.

As she stepped out of the master bedroom, she heard the sounds of Byron and the boys chatting in the dining room.

"Kid, how come I've never seen your dad before?" Byron asked.

"I don't have a dad," Theo replied, licking corn kernels off his lips like what he said was the most normal thing in the world. Byron's face went blank. The little guy's carefree attitude tugged at something in his chest, making him feel a bit uneasy. Will, sensing that things might get awkward if Byron found out Theo's secret, chimed in, "I can share half of my dad with you. How does that sound?"

"No way!" Theo shot back, lifting his chin defiantly. "I want him to call me Daddy."

Just like that, Byron's brief moment of sympathy disappeared. He ruffled Theo's hair, saying, "It's not even dark yet and you're talking nonsense. You sure you're not sleep-talking?" Theo made a mocking face, but when he spotted Maeve, he instantly turned cute.

"Mom... uh, Godmother! I missed you so much after not seeing you for a night!" he declared, jumping into her arms and showering her with kisses, rubbing his face against her neck. He was nothing like the rebellious kid Byron knew; Theo was totally acting like a mama's boy.

Byron clicked his tongue, thinking this little dude was really working the charm with his woman. Maeve couldn't help b