The Heir's Secret Bride-Secret Bride 381
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Chapter 381

Maeveโ€™s heart pounded uncontrollably, feeling as though it might burst from her chest. She clenched her warm palms. Logically, Byron couldnโ€™t see her; his sunglasses were still on. Without his usual invasive gaze, she should manage easily. However, she was utterly flustered, almost wanting to flee. Remembering this was her room, she resisted the urge to run away.

โ€œStop confusing me with flowery words,โ€ Maeve said, feigning coldness. โ€œI wonโ€™t fall for your tricks.โ€

Byron smiled subtly. โ€œMaeve, isnโ€™t it quiet here?โ€

His swift change of subject left Maeve disoriented. Then, she heard him say, โ€œYour heart is beating so fast.โ€

What! She quickly stepped back, covering her thumping heart. Her face burned crimson.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and a wet Jaylen emerged.

Byron frowned, hearing the commotion. โ€œWhoโ€™s in your room?โ€

Maeve realized sheโ€™d forgotten Jaylen was still there! Her throat tightened. Then, she remembered heโ€™d only been using the bathroom. What was there to feel guilty about? Jaylen had planned to leave after showering to avoid discomforting Maeve, but seeing Byron, he changed his mind. His love rival was present; leaving would give Byron a chance to be alone with Maeve.

โ€œMaeve, I just showered, and my mouth is dry. Could I have some coffee?โ€ Jaylen cleared his throat, feigning discomfort.

Maeve immediately sensed the temperature drop around Byron. Cold arrows seemed to shoot from him.

She adopted a numb expression. Making one cup of coffee was the same as making two.

โ€œTake a seat. Iโ€™ll serve you,โ€ Maeve said resignedly, picking up the coffee pot.

Byron said coldly, โ€œWhy is he in your room?โ€ Could they be living together?

The murderous intent in his tone made Maeveโ€™s wrist tremble.

Jaylen crossed his legs and smirked. โ€œIf a busy man like Mr. McDaniel can be here, why canโ€™t I?โ€

Byronโ€™s thin lips curled coldly. โ€œLooks like Mr. Chatterlyโ€™s been in good spirits lately. You even have time to run around. Living a long time isnโ€™t necessarily a good thing.โ€

Jaylen laughed disdainfully. โ€œAt least itโ€™s better than finding someone blind who needs assistance walking.โ€

โ€œLooks like she doesnโ€™t have good taste. She chose a fiancรฉ on deathโ€™s door.โ€

The air crackled with tension. This was jealousy incarnate. The seemingly emotionless conversation was barbed, each jab aimed at the otherโ€™s heart. Neither man wanted to be inferior to the other in Maeve's eyes.

Maeveโ€™s mouth twitched. She forcefully placed the coffee pot on the table. โ€œDo you still want coffee? If so, leave and donโ€™t disturb my sleep.โ€

Byronโ€™s cold expression softened slightly. He seemed to have misunderstood; they didnโ€™t live together.

โ€œI havenโ€™t finished my coffee yet,โ€ Byron said calmly.

Maeve glanced at his coffee, grabbed the cup, and poured it into the trash. โ€œItโ€™s gone now.โ€

Byronโ€™s thin lips tightened, his face darkening.

Jaylen gloated, raising an eyebrow. He deserved it.

Unexpectedly, Maeve took his coffee. โ€œDrinking coffee at night causes insomnia. Stop drinking it and go to your room.โ€ Jaylen was speechless. What did I do wrong?

Maeve practically threw the two men out, slamming the door behind them.

โ€œMr. McDaniel, are you here to stop my fiancรฉe and me from spending time alone?โ€ Jaylen asked, his tone strange. โ€œYour determination is commendable.โ€

Byron sneered. โ€œSleeping in separate beds and being chased out of the room by your fiancรฉe? I envy you, Mr. Chatterly. Iโ€™ve never experienced a fiancรฉeโ€™s embrace, so I feel no difference. Farewell.โ€

Byron wasnโ€™t worried. Maeve would be mine eventually.

After sending them away, Maeve felt peace. She ate supper sent by the front desk. After resting, she showered.

The bathtub faced a large, open French window offering a view of the bustling night scenery. The material prevented outside observation. Maeve, being conservative, drew the curtains halfway, still allowing for a view.

After filling the tub, she relaxed, feeling all her tension melt away. The past few days had been exhausting. Even rest was a luxury.

Soaking, she heard her phone ring. Who would call now? Seeing the caller ID, she was stunned.

โ€œByron? Didnโ€™t you go back? Didnโ€™t you have your bodyguards pick you up?โ€ Maeve was puzzled and worried. He canโ€™t see; he might get lost.

โ€œYou havenโ€™t opened my gift,โ€ Byronโ€™s clear voice said. โ€œIf you donโ€™t want it, Iโ€™ll open it.โ€

Maeve had forgotten. โ€œI donโ€™t remember you bringing anything. Was it air?โ€

โ€œLook out the window.โ€

Maeve raised an eyebrow. Only fireworks were visible outside, but they were prohibited in Greenhaven's center. Could it not be fireworks? She leaned forward.

The twin towers opposite lit up with a dazzling beam of light, rising and bursting into flames. Words flashed: โ€œ[I wish you a smooth first fashion debut in Greenhaven tomorrow at Dreamscape.]โ€ It lasted nine minutes.

Maeve covered her mouth, her eyes wide. The twin towers were Greenhavenโ€™s most iconic symbol. Advertising there required significant backing or resources; it cost tens of thousands per second.


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