The Heir's Secret Bride novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61
Maeve’s eyes were filled with confusion. “Mr. Mcdaniel, did you just…”
“Go to sleep. Byron threatened. Then, he pulled the blanket over her and left.
Maeve reached out from under the blanket and touched the top of her head with a confused expression. She thought, Did he just kiss me? It must have been an accident, right? He took advantage of me every time. Why would he let me off so easily
this time?
But Maeve was really sleepy and did not dwell on this for too long. Soon, she fell asleep.
In the kitchen, Byron poured the warm soup from the small pot into a bowl and slowly sipped it. Maeve seemed to be exceptionally talented in making soups. No matter what soup it was, it was always better than others. They tasted delicious.
The next morning. Maeve woke up and went to wash up. When she entered the bathroom, she saw Byron sha***g in front of the mirror. There was white foam on his chin. He looked particularly handsome with his superior looks, as though he had stepped out of a painting, even if he was only s***ng.
She found it strange and couldn’t help but take a few more glances at him.
Byron slowly glanced over. “Why? Have you never seen a man s***e before?”
Maeve nodded. I’ve never seen it before”
“Do you want to try? Byron asked lazily.
“Try?” Maeve looked at him in surprise. “Don’t tell me you want me to…”
“Why? Scared?”
Maeve wanted to refuse, but she blurted before she could, “Who says I’m scared?”
After saying that, she was a little vexed. However, she saw Byron’s teasing gaze and did not want him to laugh at her. Hence she boldly took the razor in his hand. “Lower your head, or I won’t be able to reach you.” Maeve gestured at his chin.
“Tsk.” Byron raised his eyebrows impatiently. He did not immediately lower his head. Instead, he wrapped his hands around her slender waist. With a little effort, he lifted her and placed her on the edge of the sink. Her long legs dangled in the air.
Maeve’s eyes widened. Before she could react, she was already at eye level with Byron. She could see the faint smile in his
eyes
He let go of her waist and asked calmly, “Will this do?”
Maeve’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. The warmth of his palms seemed to still be lingering on her waist, making her ears involuntarily heat up. “You don’t have to do this…” she muttered. Then, she held the side of his face and placed the razor close to his jaw.
Maeve had never done such a thing before, but after watching for a while just now, she remembered how he did it. “If something is wrong, remind me,” Maeve said worriedly.
Byron replied lazily, “Okay”
Only then did she finally dare to s***r movements were light and careful.
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Chapter 61
In their reflection in the mirror, Byron’s hands were on the sink on both sides of her. Her upper body was slightly tilted toward him, making her look like he was hugging her.
Byron lowered his eyes and looked at Maeve lazily. His thin lips curled up slightly. “Is this your first time ***g a man?”
Maeve nodded*** him? Aren’t you afraid I’ll…”
Before Maeve could finish, her wrist accidentally shook, and blood appeared on his chin at once.
Maeve’s expression changed. She immediately took a towel and pressed it on his wound. Im sorry. I’m too nervous.” There was a hint of frustration in her eyes as she returned the razor to him. “You should do it yourself. I can’t…
If Maeve had known this would happen, she wouldn’t have been so curious.
Byron looked at her guilty expression and said calmly, “It’s just a small cut. I’m not that fragile. But you cut me. You should pay me back.”
“Pay you back?” Maeve looked at him in a daze. He had asked her to try and now he wanted her to pay him back
Byron pondered for a few seconds. “Help me s**e for the next month.”
Maeve looked at him in disbelief. “Are you joking? I cut you just now. You know I’m not good at it…”
“It’s just a mistake. It’s no biggie.” Byron’s expression was casual as he raised his chin at her. “Continue. Don’t dawdle”
Maeve clenched her fingers. Her heart felt like it had been hit by something, leaving it numb.
In the past, her parents often said that they would only give her one chance. If she failed the middle school and college entrance examinations, she could only work until she was old enough to marry. Maeve was terrified. She studied hard and did not dare to slack off at all. She was afraid that she would make a mistake.
Later on, her younger brother, Horace, failed his high school entrance examination. Their parents comforted him that it was fine if he did not pass as they were rich enough to continue his education. Only then did Maeve realize she was the
only one who did not have a second chance.
As a result, no matter what Maeve did now, she would lose the courage to try again if she failed once.
Maeve bit the tip of her tongue and tried her best to calm down the emotions that suddenly surged in her heart. She picked up the razor on the sink again. This time, for some reason, her heart was beating faster than before. She was even more nervous than before.
After about ten minutes, Maeve put down her slightly sore arm and looked at Byron’s clean and handsome face. She said, “Alright, what do you think?”
Byron glanced at the mirror and commented faintly, “Barely passable. You still need to improve.”
His remark chased away Maeve’s complicated feelings. She threw the razor into his hand. “Then you’d better pray that my skills will improve drastically in the next month so I won’t give you a few more cuts.”
Maeve jumped down from the sink. However, she had been in the same position for too long. Her sudden movement caused her legs to go weak, and she fell toward Byron..
Byron hooked his arm around her waist and looked down to see her slightly parted lips brushing his chest. He suddenly pushed her away. “Stand properly,” he said in a low voice.
Byron wondered why she was always sticking close to him. It wasn’t the closeness that he minded. It was her not satisfying his desire when she had stirred it up. He had never seen such an unreasonable woman.
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After being pushed away by Byron, Maeve steadied herself against the wall. She was a little depressed. “My legs were numb just now. I didn’t do it on purpose.” She didn’t know why he overreacted.
After washing up, Maeve couldn’t help but look at Byron’s chin. The cut had stopped bleeding, but it was a little red. “Would you like a Band-Aid?” she asked.
Byron’s handsome face was cold as he ate lus breakfast without looking up. “You want me to stick that ridiculous thing on
my face?
Maeve was speechless. She didn’t know why a Band-Aid was ridiculous.
After breakfast, Byron picked up the watch on the table and said to Maeve as he put it on, “Remember to eat the cakes in the fridge. I’m going to the company.”
“Cakes?” Maeve thought of last night’s phone call and asked in surprise. “Did you bring them home for me from the c***l party?” She didn’t know that one could take home cakes from a party.
Of course, Byron would not tell her it was specially made by a chef from the villa who used to work in a Michelin restaurant. He thought she would probably stop coveting the desserts at other people’s parties after tasting these cakes.
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