Chapter 43
Marve couldn’t help but aloge in her tracke
Just as she was about to tam annumil, Tyron placed a ha on her shoulder, caving a cold glance at Maura. His voice dropped, dripping with iciness
Tru het husband. The ves need something?”
ryn went wide in dubelet
She thought. No way! This man, who looks even more handsome than a celebrity, is supposed to be Marve’s broke inishana?
As she wani bed them walk away. Mauris nearly ground her teeth in frustration, thinking, “So what if he’s good–looking? You can’t live on good looka
Leaving the store. Maeve recalled Byron’s expression when he showed up and cautiously asked. “Did you hear what we were talking about earlier?”
“Yes” Beton’s face remained as unreadable as ever
“Well, don’t take what she said to heart” Marve filled with the juice cup in her hand, trying to reassure him. “There no shame in any honest job. As long as you’re earning a living through hard work, there’s nothing lowly about it?
Byron paused mid–step, turning to look at her. “You’re really open–minded”
He thought. It’s easy to say things like that, but actually living by those words is a different story
Back at the apartment. Maeve couldn’t bring herself to throw away the juice, so she tossed out the old straw and replaced it with a fresh one.
Just as she was about to take a sip she noticed Byron’s cold gaze fixed on her.
“What what’s wrong?” she asked
“Mare”
Byron’s eyes flicked to the discarded straw in the trash, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Are you grossed out by me or something!
He thought I haven’t even looked down on her, but she dares to act like she is above me?”
Maeve froze, confused, and cautiously asked, “Given our relationship, is there something wrong with me doing this?”
– Shar didn’t want to give him another excuse to accuse her of imagining some ridiculous “indirect kiss.”
byron was momentarily speechless.
He stared at her for a few seconds before turning on his heel and heading toward the guest room, tossing a cool remark over his shoulder. “Drinking juice after working out–you just wasted all four laps you ran.”
With that, he shut the door behind him.
Starve stood there, stunned. The juice in her hand suddenly didn’t seem so appealing anymore.
She thought, “He said that on purpose, didn’t he?
The next evening, at Starlight Pub, the sharp clink of billiard balls echoed through the fourth–floor pool room.
“Iyron, I heard from Archer that you handed the Yruhrall project over to Mr. Graves?” Ray drawled lazily as he leaned against the pool table. “When did you start doing charity work? The Graves family’s tiny operation isn’t even in the same league as the Medaniel Group”
Byron lined up his shot with practiced case, his long arm flexing smoothly as he struck the ball with precision.
“What’s it to you?” he asked, his tone unhurried.
I’m not complaining, but something doesn’t add up.”
Jarrett walked over with his cue stick, laughing as he caught the conversation. “You just can’t go a day without gossiping, huh? You’d be better off as a tabloid reporter instead of wasting your talents as a doctor”
“You don’t get it. Being a good doctor requires a spirit of curiosity and investigation–that’s how you advance. May put on a mock–serious face.
Byron raised an eyebrow. “Jarrett’s got a point–you might as well change careers.”
He thought. All you do these days is focus on digging up gossip about me.
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1:02 PM
Chapter 43
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
“Come in”
The manager stepped inside, wearing a respectful expression as he addressed Byron. “Mr. Mcdaniel, there’s a young lady downstairs asking if we’re hinng bartender apprentices. I wanted to check with you first.”
lyron didn’t even bother looking up. “An apprentice?”
