The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 138

If this furniture were spoilt, Maeve wouldn't be able to compensate Byron even if she sold herself.

What was Byron thinking, buying these expensive stuff?

After knowing the value of the furniture, Maeve's heart skipped a beat, let alone throw them away.

Were all these furniture? They were actually worth millions of dollars.

After everything had been moved into her new home, Maeve spent starranging and tidying things up.

Her gaze stopped on Byron's bed.

What was the difference between a bed worth 4 million dollars and a bed worth 400 dollars?

Since Byron was not around. Maeve fell backward and her body sank into the soft bed.

After enjoying the feel of the bed for a while, Maeve felt sleepy. She felt so comfortable. It was as if she was lying

on a cloud, which was of suitable softness. Her entire body was very relaxed.

Moreover, Maeve did not know if it was her imagination, but after so long, there seemed to be a faint cedar

fragrance unique to Byron on this bed.

It was faint but it made one's heart itch..

Maeve lay there, feeling surrounded by his aura. She seemed to have drified into a daze.

A ringing sound was heard. There was a call on Maeve's phone.

Maeve took out her phone while she was still in a daze and answered the call,

A handsand indifferent face immediately appeared on the screen. Behind him was a tall floor-to-ceiling

window. This window should be in the office

Maeve was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was a video call.

"Where are you?" Byron asked in a deep voice.

Maeve sat up slightly, thinking that he would find out sooner or later. She said truthfully, "I'm at the house I just

rented."

Byron frowned slightly. "I gave you two days to consider. I'm not asking you to rent a house and live outside."

"I know, but I al

need a place that belongs to me," Maeve said calmly. Even if | leave your place, | can still stay there" Hearing the

meaning in her words, Byron stared at her serious face for a moment and said calmly, "Cto my office later."

Maeve was puzzled. "Didn't you sign all the contracts?"

What else did he want her to do!

"You have not asked for my opinions and did not take any measurements. Are you planning to make my suit out

of imagination?"

"Oh yes, | forgot. I'll go over right after | clean up this place."

As she spoke, Maeve got up from the bed. The camera lens happened to show the head of the bed. The

extremely familiar pattern chosen by Byron made him raise his eyebrows. "This bed... 08:16 Wed, Oct 23

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Maeve suddenly remembered that he had video-called her. She was in the bed answering the call. Her face

suddenly turned red.

Maeve wanted to explain, but Byron had already thought of something when she sat up from the bed. His eyes

were filled with mockery.

"Maeve, is my bed comfortable?" His voice was low and magnetic

Byron seemed to be doing it on purpose.

Byron looked at Maeve on the screen, whose face was getting redder and redder, and whose eyes looked

nervous. He laughed softly. "We've only been apart for one night, and you missso much?" Byron wondered

why Maeve actually lay on his bed. Was it a subtle message to tell him that she missed him?

He thought, 'It would have been good to agree to go hwithlast night. You always don't mean what you

say

Maeve's entire body felt warm and reddish. Her eyes were filled with shand anger.

"I'm not! | was just trying out this expensive bed. What's the difference between this and my bed? Don't get the

wrong idea."

"So what did you find out?" Byron leaned forward slightly. There was a faint smile in his eyes. "Do you feel

comfortable?"

Maeve thought of how she felt just now and muttered, "Comfortable."

There was still a difference between 4 hundred dollars and 4 million dollars.

The smile on Byron's face deepened. "Since you're comfortable, sleep more, in case you misstoo much"

He realized that Maeve had brought all the furniture he had used in the past to her new home. It meant that she

had reserved a room for him

Byron wondered why Maeve said that she didn't like him and wanted a divorce.

"Which eye of yours can tell that I'm thinking about you?" Maeve could not help but retort.

"Both," Byron said slowly. "You can sleep first. Cand findwhen you wake up."

Maeve turned off the video call Byron had told her to sleep first, Of course, he was not being considerate.

Instead, he was deliberately teasing her.

Maeve did not do what Byron wished. Maeve went to wash her face, grabbed her bag, and left.

When they reached the top floor of the Mcdaniel Group, the female secretary walked over with a smile.

"Ms. Reese, Mr. Mcdaniel has instructed that you can go straight to his office."

"Thank you." Maeve thanked her and knocked on the door before entering the CEO's office.

Byron was not at his desk. Instead, he was on the sofa at the bottom of the stairs, flipping through the

documents beside him.

"Hello, Mr. Mcdaniel." Maeve put on a professional attitude and walked over to greet him. "Are you free now? I'll

take your measurements."

Byron raised his eyebrows slightly. She had just slept in his bed, and now she was being so formal with him?

"Sure." Byron put down the documents, stood up, and let Maeve fiddle with the measuring tape and ruler. She

started with the neck area

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She stood behind him, her+lender and soft fingers inadvertently brushing against his Adam's apple, shoulders,

and back, like a butterfly stopping for a moment. Byron could feel Maeve's fingers behind him, fluttering up and

down

His brows were tightly knitted together. He felt an unexplainable surge of heat in his body. His back was slightly

tense, like a bow that was ready to be fired.

Maeve lowered her head and did not realize that the darkness in Byron's eyes seemed to want to engulf her

figure.

After measuring, she went around to the front to continue measuring and asked him a few more questions.

Byron answered absent-mindedly. He lowered his eyelids slightly and fixed his gaze on her fair fingers. His gaze

beceven deeper.

The image of her using her hands to serve him a few nights ago suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the next second, the measuring tape in Maeve's hand wrapped around his waist and it gradually moved down

to his groin.

Byron's breathing becslightly heavier. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times in frustration, and he could not

suppress the frustration in his heart.

He suddenly thought of something and asked in a hoarse voice. Did you measure like this for other men too."

"No, No." Maeve was also nervous. She had to remind herself that this was her job. If not for that, she won't be

able to do it well

The coldness in Byron's eyes faded a little until the measuring tape in Maeve's hand slid down to the sensitive

area again. He couldn't help but snort. It was low and sexy, like the sound he made in bed at that time... Maeve

recalled what happened that night. The tips of her ears began to burn, and her fingers trembled. She lowered her

head and did not dare to look at Byron.

However, when she looked down, she saw her leather measuring tape that was suddenly tightened.

Maeve looked up expressionlessly and met Byron's dark gaze. She seemed to have been trapped by a beast that

was about to devour her.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, can | trouble you to cooperate withand control your reaction?" Maeve suppressed the

embarrassment in her heart and said seriously, "This is sexual harassment in the office. "Sexual harassment?"

asked Byron.

Byron raised his eyebrows, and a hint of interest flashed across his eyes. "You're quite good at playing"

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