The Heir's Secret Bride

Byron sat on the sofa in the living room. There was a computer on his lap and he was handling some leftover documents. When he heard Maeve, he didn't even look up and replied calmly, "No." "Oh, okay." Maeve frowned and walked to the trash can to take a look. She looked worried. "Did I accidentally throw it away?" She didn't see it in the trash can, so she went to the sofa to search again, Byron seemed to be annoyed by her. He said in a low voice, "I have a burn ointment in my room. Go get it yourself. Don't disturb me."

"Oh, okay!" Maeve hurriedly went to his room to get the ointment and then went into the bathroom. She didn't come out even after half an hour.

Byron's typing gradually slowed. He squinted at the screen, but he was glancing sideways at the bathroom. A few minutes

done?" later, he got up from the sofa and went to the bathroom to knock on the door. "Maeve, are you

Maeve was still struggling with the ointment. She was so hot that sweat gathered on her nose. "I'll be done soon."

Byron was expressionless. I can't wait. Come out."

Maeve was speechless. Feeling aggrieved, she got dressed again and opened the bathroom door with the ointment in her

nand. hand.

Byron walked past her and closed the door.

Maeve could only wait by the door for him to come out before going in again. She still had to wash her hands after applying the ointment, so she did not go back to her room to apply it. However, it would take her a long time to apply ointment to her burn Byron came out of the bathroom very quickly.

Maeve hesitated for a long time. Seeing that he was about to leave, she called out to him softly, "M-Mr. Mcdaniel, can I ask you for a favor?"

Byron stopped and looked at her emotionlessly.

"I can't reach my back by myself. Can you help me apply the ointment?" Maeve's ears heated up as she mustered the courage to ask him.

past, she

In the she would never have asked. However, compared to her hand cramping in the bathroom, she would only have to show her back to him. There was nothing to be shy about. Byron snorted. "And I thought you'd rather die before you ask for help."

For some reason, Maeve felt like she had been taught a lesson. She pursed her lips guiltily.

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He did not

не not continue to mock her. "Go to the living room." After that, he walked toward the living room.

Maeve followed and slowly sat down on the sofa.

Byron picked up the ointment on the table. As he rolled up his sleeves, he watched lazily as she dawdled. "Take off your top."

Maeve was shocked. She couldn't believe he was so blunt.

Maeve blushed and turned around. With her back facing him, she quickly took off her pajama top and hugged it in front of her. It made her feel a little safe. "I-I'm done." Her voice was barely audible.

Byron curled his lips and pushed her hair to the front. His gaze ngered on her delicate bones for a moment. Perhaps because she was too nervous, her shoulders trembled slightly. Her back looked fragile and beautiful, as though she was at Tairy. Byron's dark eyes darkened, but he did not do anything. He applied the ointment to her burn and slowly spread it with his fingertips. His fingertips were warm, a stark contrast to the cool skin on Maeve's back. Maeve even had the illusion that her heart was burning.

"I heard from Karen that you told her you are my wife?" Byron asked casually.

Maeve lowered her gaze. She wondered if he was questioning her for Karen.

"I did. Maeve was still angry so her tone was a little bad. "She wanted to know what our relationship is, so I told her the truth. Can't I? You are the one who wants to hide our marriage, but I don't think I ever promised to cooperate with you, right?"

Byron raised an eyebrow. He had only asked casually, but she came up with such a long answer. "Maeve, why are you angry?" Hearing this. Maeve froze. Her fingers tightened around her pajama top. "What am I angry about, Mr. Mcdaniel? I should ask you that, shouldn't "What?"

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"What did you do that night when you were drunk? Don't tell me you've forgotten it," Maeve said calmly.

Byron's eyes were deep. "I remember. So?" He didn't want her to feel awkward, so he deliberately didn't mention it. He didn't expect her to mention it.

Maeve's eyelashes fluttered. "Mr. Mcdaniel, I'm not a tool for you to vent your desires. We're not close enough to do that. Please don't treat me like that again, whether you're drunk or not

Even if she didn't hate his touch, she didn't want to be treated like that when she didn't know who he thought she was. It would make her feel worthless.

Maeve tried her best to speak calmly, but her trembling voice still reesome face was filled with mockery. She wouldn't let him touch her. He wondered who she wanted then. Perhaps that brat from the Brown family.

and his handsome

Byron keenly noticed this. His smile suddenly vanished weren't drunk, I wouldn't be attracted to you," Byron spat out these words coldly. After applying the ointment, he threw it aside and left the living room.

His fingers grew forceful as he applied the ointment.

Maeve gasped I in pain. She frowned as she watched him return to his room. Her heart clenched. She might not be attractive to him at all but she didn't care about being someone else's substitute.

Maeve pursed her lips and carefully put on her top. When her burn brushed her clothes, it did not sting like it did in the morning. Instead, it was cooling and comfortable.

She picked up the ointment on the table and looked at it. It was written in a foreign language and there were so many words that she couldn't read them. A strange feeling flashed across her heart, but she did not think too much about it and returned to her room to sleep. The next morning, Lealrasked Maeve to hand over the remade sample clothes as soon as Maeve arrived. After checking Leah's expression turned ugly. The clothes were the same as yesterday's. They were either loose or had obvious flaws. It was hideous. "Maeve, this is the trash you made again?" Leah asked mockingly 08-23 FTI, UCI 18

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Maeve was not too surprised to see the damaged samples. "Ms. Mason, I can now confirm that someone tampered with my sample clothes"

You still want to shirk responsibility? If you just admit your mistake, I'll think more highly of you." Leah didn't believe

Maeve at all.

"I have proof" Maeve took out her old phone and placed it on the desktop. "The studio's surveillance cameras were turned off before eight in the morning, so I left my phone there with the camera on all the time. At about seven in the morning. I caught something interesting on my phone." As Maeve spoke, she opened a video. It showed a dark figure walking into the studio and heading straight for the locker to find Maeve's sample clothes. The figure used a cutter to cut the various spots on the clothes. After doing this, the sample clothes were placed back and the culprit left the studio.

Unfortunately, the light in the studio was too dim to see the person's face clearly.

The other designers did not believe Maeve's words at first, but after watching the video, they were all surprised.

Leah looked directly at them. "Who was the first to arrive at the office today?"

Everyone looked at f each other and said that it wasn't them.

Leah was about to say something when Alex walked in, asking. "What happened? Why are you all gathered here?"

"Mr. Brown." Leah nodded at Alex and told him what had happened.

Alex first looked at Maeve, then opened the video. After watching it, he said gently, "Whoever did it knows clothemaking very well and even knows how to target the weak points. It is probably done by one of us."

Ava, who was at the side, smiled and pointed out, "But Mr. Brown, it is so dark in the video that we can't see who did it. Who knows if this person exists?"

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