The Heir's Secret Bride

Ray still had to drive Jeff and Byron home. He suddenly regretted not drinking more just now.

The Todd family's residence was close. Ray asked the driver to send Jarrett back to his house first. However, when it was Byron's turn, he was in a dilemma. He knew Byron was not staying in the villa recently, but didn't know where to send him.. "Byron, do you want to go back to the manor or go somewhere else?" Ray turned to ask Byron, who was leaning against the backseat.

Byron's eyes were tightly shut. Other than feeling thirsty and his Adam's apple moving occasionally, there was no response. He was like a king from the shadows, his lethal claws hidden for now.

Ray looked around and realized that they were very close to Byron's Retro Apartment, so he asked the driver to drive them

When they arrived, Ray helped Byron upstairs. But the moment he turned on the lights and saw the apartment, he was shocked. If he didn't know that the entire building belonged to Byron, he would have thought he had come to the wrong place. The warm and cozy decor did not seem like Byron's style at all. Ray helped Byron to the sofa, then took the rabbit c** and placed it behind Byron. He almost laughed out loud. He thought, Who would have thought that Byron, the decisive and cold-blooded CEO of a company, would have a rabbit cu**n on the sofa at home? Ray was about to boldly take a photo as a memento when he heard a door open. When he turned around, he saw Marve coming out of her room for some water. Both of them were sturmed when they saw each other. "Ms. Reese?" Ray asked.

"Dr. George?" Maeve was taken aback. "Why are you here so late at night?"

was even more shocked than Maeve. "I should be the one asking you."

Ray did not believe that Maeve was Byron's maid. Now that he saw her here, he found that even more unbelievable. Furthermore, it had to be this one out of all the other apartment buildings. This retro building was a special place of Byron's that even the Mcdaniel family did not know. Ray's expression suddenly became meaningful. It seemed that he had found the source of Byron's bad mood.

At this moment, Maeve saw Byron on the sofa covering his eyes with his arm. She frowned and asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Mcdaniel?"

"We had a small gathering tonight and drank a little. Ray rolled his eyes. "Byron is not in a good mood and drank a lot. We can't persuade him no matter what"

Maeve opened her mouth. "Uh, is that so....

"Yes. It was probably because he saw you being bullied in the restaurant." Ray frowned and-deliberately said, "You left in at hurry and didn't see it. After he complained to the restaurant owner about the couple, the restaurant blacklisted them."

Maeve was stunned. She thought, 'Mr. Mcdaniel complained to the restaurant about Maura and her partner? Was it because of me? No way. He saw me in the afternoon, but his expression was as cold as ice. He looked at me as if I was a stranger...

Ray continued, "Byron's so drunk that he probably can't even wash up. He might even have a headache and vomit in the middle of the night. He wouldn't sleep well tonight. I've also drunk a lot. I must go home and sleep it off now. I'll leave Byron to you, Ms. Reese." Ray did not allow Maeve to react and quickly left the apartment. This was all he could do to help Byron.

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The apartment returned to silence.

Maeve turned to look at Byron, who was quite drunk. Thinking of what he said last night, her cheeks puffed up slightly. She did not intend to take good care of him as Ray had said. It had nothing to do with her that he was drunk. After all, she wasn't the one who got him drunk. Besides, she didn't feel well too.

Maeve walked to the water dispenser and got a glass of water. Then, she returned to her room. She planned to lay down after drinking water to relieve her discomfort.

However, her door opened again within ten minutes.

Maeve pursed her lips and walked back to the living room. With a resigned expression, she helped Byron up and toward the master bedroom. She didn't feel sorry for him. She was just afraid that if she woke up at night to go to the bathroom and saw someone lying on the sofa, she would scare herself to death. That was it,

It took a lot of effort for Maeve to move Byron back to the bed in the master bedroom. Just as she was about to stand up, at long arm ho***ed around her neck from behind and forcefully pulled her down.

"Ah!" Maeve exclaimed. By the time she realized what was happening, she was already in Byron's arms. The faint smell of alcohol surrounded her.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Byron resteti his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath brushing the side of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Her breathing grew a little unsteady. She reached out to push him away, but he hugged her even tighter, almost suffocating her.

"Mr. Mcdaniel!" Maeve eve grabbed his arm and shouted angrily, "Let me go. You're strangling me."

Don't move," Byron à scolded I in a low voice. The pain in his temples made him lose his patience. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the soft body in his arms. It was as if he wanted them to become one. His arms were steel-like and his legs pinned her slender ones down. Sh She couldn't move.

Maeve's back felt uncomfortable. Moreover, his arm was h***lly across her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. At the same time, her face grew completely red. She didn't know if it was out of anger or shyness.

If Maeve weren't sure that he was drunk, she would have suspected that he was taking advantage of her on purpose. She took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Mcdaniel, I'll get a towel to wipe your face. Čan you let go of me!"

"No." The

drunk Byron was unbelievably domineering. There was no room for negotiation. "Then how am I supposed to get a towel?" Maeve was annoyed.

Byron closed his eyes and frowned. He muttered in a h**e voice, "Be good and don't go anywhere." Maeve was speechless. She thought, "Did I imagine it? The drunk Mr. Mcdaniel seems very... clingy! Mr. Mcdaniel

let me go. I promise it's only for a while, Maeve tried to negotiate.

Byron

buried his head in her shoulder. In his drunkenness, he heard her words and sneered in a low voice, "Oh? And which guy will you go to? Do you think I'm dead?" "What guy?" Maeve thought. She said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?" She struggled in his arms without a care. "If you don't let go, I'll bite you."

She squirmed in his arms for a long time but could not break free from his hold. Instead, his desire rose because of her actions

Byron's expression turned dark. A fire surged in his lower abdomen. He suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Maeve's wist even as she continued to struggle. He used a little force to turn her body around and forcefully pinned her under him. Maeve suddenly sank into the soft bed. Before she could regain her senses, she was enveloped by a shadow. Her eyelashes

fluttered, and her gaze met Byron's dark and deep eyes.

"What are you doing?" Byron's drunken voice was low and h***e He lowered his head and looked at her like a ferocious beast staring at its prey.