The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter

542

Clem's ears were completely blushed, just like a naive boy who was flirted for the first time.

Macve found it so amusing. "I just snatched your lollipop when we were kids. And you're still holding a grudge even now? You're always like this whenever you see me. But I'm not doing that thing anymore." She shook her head slightly and sighed. 'Where is that tough man who made Molly frightened?'

"No." Clem lowered his voice. "Who's holding a grudge?" He was st too self-conscious and unnatural in front of her.

"What did you say?" Maeve asked in confusion,

"I'm not." Clem looked away and pulled up his shirt.

Maeve gasped as she saw the messy bandages on his abdomen and the blood that seeped out. 'You called this not serious?'

She immediately removed the bandage and threw it into the trash can. From the corner of her eye, she saw-the office door suddenly open.

Immediately after, a familiar figure walked in.

"Maeve, you left your lipstick in my car." Byron walked in with heavy steps. He casually glanced around the room and suddenly stopped.

. Clem sat on the sofa with his shirt wide open while Maeve was squatting in front of him.

From this angle, her hand seemed to be touching his abs. "What are you doing?" Byron's face darkened. 'I have abs. Why are you touching another man?'

Maeve was shocked as if she had been caught in the act.

Clem explained, "Isn't it obvious? Can't you see that? Mr. Mcdaniel, you don't have problems with your eyes, right?" When he met someone else, he returned to reckless again, which, however, made things worse.

"Did I ask you?" Byron's face was freezing cold. His brows furrowed as he said to Maeve in a low voice, "Maeve, come here."

Under this tone, Maeve would probably have compromised normally. However, today she had just been mocked by his "first love." Even though she had vented her anger, it did not mean that it was over because Byron still was the bane. Maeve turned around to disinfect Clem's wound as she said, "Just put the lipstick on the table. I'm not free now."

Byron frowned and said in a heavier tone, "Don't make me repeat what I said just now."

Maeve was still silent and didn't even look at him.

Clem could tell that she did not bother to talk to Byron now. He wanted to say something unpleasant to chase Byron away, but after a second thought, he realized this would only make things more difficult for her so he just sneered and remained silent.

The air was cold like frozen in the office.

Byron walked forward and abruptly grabbed Maeve's arm to pull her up.

Clem also stood up and grabbed Maeve's other arm. "What are you doing?"

"Who are you? It's within the two of us. Get away." A chill seeped out from the depths of Byron's dark eyes. "Let go."

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I should be the one saying this to you." Clem's playful smile disappeared, and his expression became colder. "Can't you see that she doesn't want to talk to you?"

Two men confronted each other. One was cold and formidable and the other was reckless and untamed. They were both top-notch in their respective fields. But now, they were like lions fighting for courtship, despising all the males around Maeve with hostility, In pain from their tugging, Maeve could not take it anymore and shook off their hands. "You're hurting me!"

The two men let go of her hand almost at the same time.

There was a red mark on each of her wrists. Maeve glared at Byron. "Look at what you've done."

Byron looked displeased. "He grabbed your hand too. Why didn't you glare at him?"

"Because you did it first." Maeve said angrily, "Can't you see that I'm applying medicine for him?"

Byron groaned, "Do you have to put your hands on his body?"

"How am I supposed to do it if I don't get closer?" Maeve widened her eyes. 'What do you mean? Put my hands on his body? You talked like I'm taking advantage of him.' Clem shook his head and said weakly to Maeve, "Maeve, it suddenly hurts."

Maeye's attention was immediately diverted. "Is it open again? Let me help you..."

Before she could finish speaking, her body was suddenly lifted up. Her vision was upside down. She was carried on Byron's shoulder as he walked out. "Byron! Put me down!" Clem was about to step forward to stop Byron, but he remembered that he had hurt Maeve's wrist just now. Worried that he would hurt her again, he hesitated for a second.

But in a flash, Byron strode out of the office with Maeve on his shoulder.

Clem's eyes were gloomy. He stood there quietly for a long time, the wound on his abdomen bleeding non-stop.

Outside the office, everyone in the studio almost dropped their jaws when they saw Byron carrying Maeve out. They were shocked that the rumored cold-blooded Mr. McDaniel who didn't get close to women was playing so wild with their boss in private. And he looked so strong and energetic, so their boss was indeed a lucky woman.

Feeling the gossipy gazes from all directions, Maeve buried her face in Byron's neck and did not even dare to raise her head.

Byron walked into an exclusive bathroom and placed her on the sink. He put his hands on both sides of her body, blocking her way to run.

Behind Maeve was a cold mirror and in front of her was his tall body that was impregnable. She was helpless like a bunny that had fallen into a trap.

"You..." Maeve wanted to say something, but Byron did not give her a chance to speak.

He supported the back of her head, lowered his head, and bit her lips heavily. The moment she cried out in pain, he was even more passionate and fierce, and a thrill spread all over her body.

She raised her head to bear his lips. Her slender waist was completely wrapped in his arms, and the nectar in her mouth was almost swept away and devoured by him. However, before he could make it, it flowed down the corner of her lips, drenching their chests.