The Heir's Secret Bride (Maeve and Byron) novel Chapter 488

Chapter 488 

If Clem heard that, he would probably have to wear sunglasses to talk to her freely in the future, thought Maeve again. 

Maeve complained inwardly but answered, “He’s an older friend from my neighbor when I was young.” 

“Oh. Byron narrowed his eyes. His cold tone was ambiguous as he said, “Childhood sweethearts.” 

On the surface, his voice was as calm as the sea level, without any fluctuations. 

In fact, his palm, which gripped the back of Maeve’s neck, was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, silently venting his dissatisfaction. 

“No…” Maeve’s voice was muffled. The back of her waist was weak from his grip. She wanted to avoid his hand but could not escape his strong shackles. She was like a pitiful, helpless, and immobile cat. 

“He’s just a childhood playmate. His family moved away in less than two years, and we lost contact. We met again two years ago when we were abroad. He helped me a lot. We happened to meet here tonight, so we chatted a little more.” 

It was Clem who helped them when they couldn’t get out. 

Only then would they rekindle their childhood friendship and interact more. 

However, Clem was busy. He was in Chris Continent most of the time. They rarely saw each other throughout the year. 

You have a crush in the past and a childhood sweetheart. Ms. Reese, your love history is so rich.” Byron lowered his eyes and asked casually. “When will you teach me?” 

“I’ve said we’re not childhood sweethearts,” Maeve said unhappily. Suddenly, she thought of something and looked up at him to ask, “Byron, are you… jealous?” 

Thinking carefully, every word he said just now seemed to have a strong smell of jealousy. It’s just that I was caught off guard and my thinking was dull for a while, so I didn’t notice it, thought Maeve. 

Byron’s eyes suddenly darkened as soon as she said so. 

It was as if he could see the signs Maeve was about to push her luck. 

He let go of the hand holding the back of her neck and slowly straightened his upper body. Together with the pressure that was approaching Maeve, he gradually distanced himself. 

Maeve stared at him intently, trying to get a clue from his expression. 

However, when Byron realized he had lost his composure, the true emotions he revealed were quickly hidden deep in his heart. Then, he put on a casual expression. 

“Interesting. Byron retorted. “You’re my fiancée, but you’ve been in close contact with other men. Do you think I don’t have the right to verify it?” 

Maeve pursed her lips. “So you’re not jealous?” 

-Nonsense” 

“That’s good. Maeve pretended to be relieved. “I’m going to have a meal with him tomorrow. I was afraid you would be jealous and mind it. I was hesitating if I should go. Since you’re so generous, I’m not worried.” 

Byron looked at her deeply, and his Adam’s 

apple bobbed slightly. “Up to you. I have no objections.” 

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Chapter 488 

‘You really don’t mind?‘thought Maeve. 

Maeve was a little disappointed. She thought Byron would be a little jealous, but she was overthinking. 

‘If the same thing has happened to Molly… will he still be so calm?‘ thought Maeve again. 

Byron led Maeve, in a daze, to the penthouse suite. When she came back to her senses, the bedroom door had closed and the ceiling lights had all been extinguished, leaving only the bedside lamp emitting an ambiguous dim light. 

She sat by the bed and watched as Byron undid his tie and approached her step by step. Her heart suddenly beat faster. 

“What are… you doing?” Maeve’s ears were burning, and she was stuttering. 

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Byron still had that unsmiling look. His eyes were extremely indifferent, making a strong contrast with his unhurried action of taking off his shirt to reveal his beautiful abdominal muscles. 

It was as if a lofty immortal had stepped into the mortal world and was wrapped by the chains of love. 

His lustful eyes were like hooks in a chain, fixed on Maeve without blinking. 

He wanted to pull her into the abyss and sink together. 

Maeve was shocked by the strong color in his eyes. She did not even have the time to admire his perfect abdominal muscles before her. She hurriedly turned around and wanted to run. 

She had a feeling he might kill her on the bed tonight if she didn’t run. 

Maeve felt her head go blank as soon as she turned over. 

“Why are you running?” Byron slowly grabbed her ankle and pulled her in front of him. His hoarse voice contained a shocking coldness. “Since you’ve given him the time during the day, I want one night. It’s not too much, is it?” 

Before Maeve could protest, she was pulled into his carefully woven swamp of desire. The more she struggled, the faster she sank. 

In her daze, she heard her phone ringing on the ground. 

She was drenched in sweat but couldn’t reach the phone. 

Her heart was beating rapidly. Her slender fingertips uncontrollably left eye–catching marks on Byron’s back as she cried non–stop. 

“No… no more…” 

Maeve cried and bit his shoulder. The faint smell of blood immediately filled her mouth. 

Byron’s sexy low breathing sounded in her ear. He said meaningfully, “You don’t want it? Then get up yourself.” 

Maeve’s eyelashes, which were wet with tears, kept trembling. She looked at him aggrievedly and endured the discomfort as she trembled and left his arms. 

It was not easy for her to succeed. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, blocking all her voice. The corners of her eyes turned red. 

“I lied to you,” said Byron. 

The fact Maeve had been deceived once again proved how untrustworthy a man’s words were sometimes.