The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve originally wanted to expose him directly, but on second thought, it did not seem necessary,

As long as she knew that no matter what she wished for today, he would help her fulfill it unconditionally, that was enough.

No matter what his intentions were, she was very happy at this moment.

"Nothing. I just feel that my luck today is really good." Maeve smiled and took the drinks from-him, handing him the other

cup.

It was like some kind of exchange ritual.

Byron paused for a moment. Then, as if nothing had happened, he took the glass of drinks and tasted it. The taste was barely okay.

Continuing forward, Maeve had so many things in her arms that she could not keep them anymore. However, she still greedily made one wish after another.novelbin

"I have a feeling that I'H pick up a cute little bear later.

"How lucky. It's my favorite brand of chocolate.

"I like it. I like this crystal ball very much.

"Do you think God will blame me for being greedy if I make a few more wishes?"

Her long-winded voice reverberated around Byron. It was soft at the end as if it had been soaked by the chocolate ball she had just eaten. It was sweet but not greasy.

Byron subconsciously turned his left wristwatch. When he heard her last sentence, his Adam's apple bobbed. "The birthday girl has special privileges."

"Is that so?" Maeve could tell what he was implying. She looked at the carved fence at the entrance of the manor not far away and raised her voice. "Then I'll make one last wish. When I walk in front of that door, the person who likes me will kiss me. Perhaps it was because the moon was too beautiful tonight and the wind was too gentle.

'Please allow me to be greedy one last time,' Maeve thought.

Byron's pitch-black eyes froze slightly. His right hand, which was in his pocket, slowly tightened, but because he could not completely clench it because of something, his joints turned white.

He stopped in his tracks and stood there in a daze.

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Maeve had already walked to the entrance of the manor. She turned around and did not see Byron. When she turned around, she saw that he was a few steps behind the street lamp. His slender figure was lengthened by the light. That handsome and indifferent face was half-lit under the street lamp. His thin eyelids drooped, vaguely revealing a hint of resistance.

At this moment, Maeve knew the answer.

She was not disappointed and smiled at him. "I'll go in first."

After saying that, before the tears in the corners of her eyes were about to roll down, she held the gift that she had spent all her luck on and turned to walk into the manor.

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Her arm was suddenly grabbed and she was pulled over just as she was about to cross the door.

Maeve raised her head in shock. Before she could suppress the furs in her eyes, she was caught off guard and met Byron's dark eyes. There were emotions that she could not understand. "I don't know how." His voice was deep and hoarse from being sandpapered.

Maeve was stunned. "What?"

"When I was young, I could beat the other children fighting for doughnuts until their heads bled. Now, I can also send my competitors to hell by hook or by crook to live more comfortably. Byron stared at her without blinking. His expression was colder than ever. "The person in front of you will never allow an uncontrollable weakness in his body."

In particular, the name Maeve was engraved on this weakness.

All of them knew that if they stepped through this door, everything would be different from before.

It was different from flirting at any time.

Maeve could hear his determination. Her heart was filled with disappointment. It cut open blunt wounds and hurt to the

bone.

She understood what he meant:

Once a person like him had a weakness, it was equivalent to handing a knife to his opponent.

But she didn't want to understand.

Maeve lowered her eyes and wanted to pull her hand out of his hot palm, but she heard his next sentence. "The end of this weak spot has long been in your hands,"

Maeve suddenly raised her head, thinking that she had misheard. Her expression was stunned and confused.

Byron reached out to remove the flower leaf that was rubbing against her cheek. His eyes were filled with deep and complicated emotions, but his movements were gentle.

"Maeve, I haven't loved anyone for so many years. It doesn't matter if anyone loves me. Teach me. Teach me how to love you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gift in Maeve's arms fell to the ground. She reached out and hugged the back of the man in front of her hard. Her cheek hit his hard chest, and she did not care about the slight pain. She only hugged him tightly. Byron hugged her back and rubbed his chin against the top of her furry head. He held the back of her head with one hand and pulled her closer into his arms.

She didn't say anything, but it was as if she had said everything

The hug was the epitome of everything.

Later, Maeve secretly wiped the tears that filled her eyes on his clothes and said in a muffled voice, "If I teach you, you have to pay the tuition fees first." She heard Byron laugh. His chest trembled slightly, and his magnetic laughter burned her ears.

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held her shoulders and pushed her away slightly. Then, under her puzzled gaze; he lowered his head and kissed her slightly open lips heavily.

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Probably because he had just exercised, his body temperature was much higher than usual. His lips and tongue were so hot that it made her heart palpitate, and the strength he used to entangle her was far more ferocious than when he was on the hot air balloon. Maeve was kissed until she was dizzy. In her daze, she realized she seemed to have released an incredible beast out of the

cage.

Fortunately, Byron still remembered that the cake was not cut. Before they went the next step, he let go of Maeve and rested his forehead against her low panting.

Maeve could not stand listening to his panting. Her face was so red. She closed her eyes and waited for him to calm down the desire that had been threatening her since just now.

After waiting for a while, Byron let go of her and picked up the pile of things on the ground. He hugged her with one hand and grabbed her wrist with the other hand as he walked into the manor.

The two of them stepped through the gate at the same time. The night wind blew past them.

Maeve looked at the hand that was holding her and taught him the first lesson. "You should hold my hand. You'd better interlock your fingers with mine. You look like you're escorting a criminal." Byron raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "Maybe I'm escorting a criminal."

Maeve was confused.

"The criminal who stole my weakness," he said.

Maeve blushed even more. The blush on her face spread all the way to her fair neck, and her voice became softer. "I didn't steal it. You gave it to me yourself."; ""You started it."

"I'm the birthday girl today. The birthday girl has special privileges." She used what he had said to block him.

Byron snorted. He slid his palm down and interlocked his fingers with hers. Then, he raised his hand and asked her, "Happy, birthday girl?"

Maeve held back the smile on her face. "Not bad. You're worth teaching."

Suddenly, she remembered what he had just said. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Byron, can I ask you about your childhood?"