The Heir's Secret Bride (Maeve and Byron) novel Chapter 546

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Chapter 546 

Perhaps at that moment, he wanted to take responsibility for Molly, so he seized the opportunity to call off the engagement. 

But later, he hesitated, unwilling to break things off, even proming to give it a try with her. His behavior was so strange that she couldn’t make sense of it. 

Macve’s thoughts felt like they were split in two. She had wanted to talk to Bonnie about the frustration gnawing at her, but the manager rushed over, interrupting her. 

“Ms. Reese, I think a waitress just barged into the boss’s room. I worried, but I don’t want to go against his wishes and enter recklessly. Could you check?” 

“What?” Maeve jumped to her feet, shocked. “How long has she been in there?” 

“A few minutes.” 

Maeve thought, ‘This is bad,‘ 

Maeve broke into a cold sweat. She didn’t have time to explain herself to Bonnie. She spun around and dashed upstairs. 

Bonnie was left sitting there, utterly confused. ‘What on earth is happening?‘ she pondered. 

Maeye burst into the room on the third floor. The sound of running water from the bathroom had stopped, but the bedroom door was ajar, a faint light spilling onto the floor from the crack. 

“Ah!” A woman’s moan stopped Maeve dead in her tracks. 

She stared at the door, her mind going blank. Suddenly, she found herself lacking the courage to push it open. Byron had drunk that glass of wine, and from his voice, Maeve knew he was already on the edge. 

She shouldn’t have left. She thought everything would be fine. 

But she never imagined someone would dare to barge in here. 

Her hand, gripping the doorknob, trembled. Her heart felt like it was going to explode from the terror, and her throat was tight, suffocating her. 

She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and shoved the door open 

“What are you doing?” 

She yelled, then opened her eyes, taking in the scene. 

A woman in a red slit dress was lying on the floor. Her left leg was bent unnaturally, almost as if broken, her face pale and moaning in pain. 

Meave wondered, ‘But where is Byron? 

Where is Byron?‘ 

Maeve’s eyes widened, searching for him. She couldn’t find him anywhere. 

Then, she heard a faint gasp. Instinctively, she ran around the woman and moved to the other side of the bed. 

Byron was lying on his back on the carpet, his bathrobe slightly open, revealing his strong, damp chest as it rose and fell. 

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His usual cold, distant face was now clouded with desire, his eyes dark and heavy, like a beast waiting to pounce from the shadows. 

“Byron?” 

Maeve moved closer, squatting down and gently nudging the man, who appeared to have fainted. “Are you okay? The drug hasn’t worn off… Ah!” 

With a sudden snap, Byron opened his eyes and forcefully pinned Maeve to the carpet, his grip tight on her shoulders. 

Her heart raced, and before she could fight back, he pinned her hands above her head, his legs trapping hers, leaving her immobile. 

The scent of alcohol mixed with his unique masculine presence overwhelmed her as he pulled her closer, his hot kisses raining down on her like a storm. 

“Byron…” Maeve trembled, unable to complete her sentence. 

His body was burning hot as if he could scorch her skin. Their lips collided in a desperate, consuming kiss, and he sought release from the fire burning within him. 

He was like a primal beast, chasing his most basic instincts. 

Maeve’s mind was a mess, the kiss clouding her thoughts. She had forgotten why she had even come in. 

At the brink of something irreversible, Byron suddenly froze, his body going rigid, as though he were a statue. 

Maeve, her eyes wide, barely managed to speak. “What’s wrong?” 

“Are you real?” Byron’s voice was hoarse, dark eyes now clearing, an uncertain look creeping in. 

Maeve was baffled. “How could I be not?” 

Byron said nothing. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to suppress the overwhelming urges surging within him. His stiff fingers fumbled as he slowly pulled down the hem of her dress. 

The process was torturous. Even without looking directly, he couldn’t ignore the sight of her, the delicate fabric of her dress and the temptation that clung to her body. 

Byron’s gaze lingered on Maeve’s dress, the fabric clinging to her form in a way that stirred a deep desire within him, yet he clenched his fists, steadying himself against the temptation to act on the seductive pull. 

He struggled, helping her dress, while Maeve, still in shock, could barely comprehend what was happening. 

“Get her out of here. You too,” Byron’s voice was rough, barely audible, like sandpaper scraping across her skin, dripping with restraint. 

Maeve’s heart skipped a beat at the look in his eyes. She nodded quickly, trembling, as she grabbed the woman who was still writhing on the floor and dragged her out. 

Her clothes were so revealing, and Maeve couldn’t bring himself to look. He didn’t know how Byron had controlled himself, or why he had broken that woman’s leg in the process. 

Maeve handed her over to the manager waiting outside, but after a moment of hesitation, she turned back and entered the bedroom. 

Before she could steady herself, a strong force pushed her against the door behind her. 

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Byron’s lips parted slightly, his eyes bloodshot as he panted heavily. “Why did you come back?” he demanded, his voice harsh. 

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“I… I was worried something might happen to you,” Maeve stammered, her heart racing under his intense gaze. She opened her mouth to say more, but before she could, he suddenly lifted her off the ground. 

In a whirl of motion, she was thrown onto the bed.