Chapter 23
“Mr. McDaniel, who are these people?” Maeve asked, confused.
“They’re here to deliver a bed,” Byron said, his tone steady as he directed the workers to move the new bed into the guest
room.
Maeve suddenly remembered that the furniture store had promised to deliver the bed, but it still hadn’t arrived.
“The store must have forgotten my order, Maeve said, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Since you’ve already gotten a bed, I’ll cancel mine. I should pay for this one, though.”
It felt a bit awkward that, after agreeing to support him, she was relying on him for something as basic as a bed.
Byron noticed her blushing and assumed she was disappointed about not sharing a bed with him in the future. He inwardly sneered, doubting whether she’d actually ordered a bed herself.
“No need to worry about it,” Byron said. “This bed was pricey.”
Maeve raised an eyebrow, not buying it for a second. It was just a bed–A few hundred bucks, maybe. But given his pay as a driver, it might have been a bit of a stretch for him.
ball game. She didn’t even catch the logo on the side of the new bed, a symbol of a high–end furniture brand known for its custom- made luxury pieces. These beds were so exclusive that even if you had the cash, getting one was a whole different
As additional furniture pieces were moved into the guest room, the space underwent a remarkable transformation.
The predominantly black–and–white, minimalist design of the furniture exuded a refined, understated luxury. What was once a plain room now radiated a sophisticated, elegant charm.
Maeve was tempted to ask where Byron had bought the furniture. She’d never come across such stylish yet affordable pieces herself
“Are you finished with everything now?” she asked.
Byron, busy arranging his books on the shelf, glanced at her and, for once, responded, “Need something
“Not me, but your wound,” Maeve replied, holding up the first–aid kit. “It’s time to change the dressing, isn’t it?”
Byron raised an eyebrow, surprised. “How do you know I haven’t changed it yet?”
Maeve offered a light smile. “Just a guess. You avoid the hospital and seem averse to letting others help. Plus, the wound’s in a spot you can’t easily reach on your own.”
Byron paused, his gaze growing thoughtful as he looked at her. The truth was, he’d been too busy to remember about the wound
Once Marve finished dressing and bandaging his wound, she asked, “It was healing well before, but now it’s bleeding again. Have you been neglecting it lately?”
Anthony had already warned him about the same thing during a private visit. But with everything going on at the McDaniel Group, there was no time to relax and heal properly.
Maeve didn’t know the full story but smiled. “I’ll remind you next time. But you wound doesn’t heal properly, it could cause problems down the line.
should take care of it yourself too. If this
The living room fell silent for a moment. Byron narrowed his eyes, a half–smile tugging at his lips. “What kind of problems are we talking about?”
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Chapter 23
“Your… your waist, of course, Maeve stammered, then immediately fell silent as she sensed the awkwardness in the air.
Byron gave a cold snort, leaning closer with his elbow propped on his knee. His gaze locked onto hers, and the soft light in the room accentuated the flush on her cheeks, making her look rikingly attractive.
Seeing her reaction, he felt a sudden tightness in his throat and unexpected urge.
Without thinking, he asked, “Are you interested in trying something with me?”
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