Chapter 47
Byron cupped
ted her wrist, has expression groving even colder. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Lift your shirt, I want to check your wound Maeve answered.
Move felt like everything was swaving, and after fumbling for a while, she still couldn’t manage to lift his shirt. Frustrated, she leaned in closer to
Her warm, alcohol–tinged breath brushed across Byron’s chest. When he looked down, he saw her slightly parted, rosy lips nearly touching his skin.
His throat tightened, and his gare darkened instantly.
Realizing the situation, he forcefully pushed her away, his voice starp and coming “What kind of game are you playing now
Already unsteady, Maeve stumbled backward, heading straight for the liquor cabinet…
Bynum s expression sl
shifted slightly. Before she could crash into the cabinet, he reached out and pulled her back, wrapping his arm around her.
Her flashed (neek inadvertently brushed against the side of his neck, the cool touch making her close her eyes in contentment, unwilling to move
“So comfy,” she munered.
Byron was so infuriated he almost Laughed out loud, thinking, ‘Is this woman using her drunken state as an excuse to throw herself at me! First tugging at my clothes, now herarely leaning into me–how thick–skinned can she be
His mood took a serious nosedive, especially when he saw her dress, now stained from the mess earlier, clinging to her as she leaned against him.
He was tempted to toss her out and let her fend for herself.
But just as that thought crossed his mind, he remembered how, even in her drunken state, her first concern was checking on his injury.
His brows furrowed deeper, but in the end, he didn’t have the heart to throw her out.
“Stay right here and don’t move,” he warned before heading into the bathroom.
Thankfully, Maeve’s drunken anties didn’t last long. Once she quieted down, she collapsed over the bar and seemed to fall asleep.
After his shower, Byron came out, grabbed her, and dragged her to the bathroom. He tossed her a set of his unused shirt and pants.
“Hurry up and wash. Don’t waste my time. With a scowl, he walked out and shut the door behind him
The abrupt movement startled Marve awake. Her head was still spinning, her brows tightly furrowed, and all she wanted was to pass out in bed.
But remembering the annoyed look on Byron’s face, she figured it was best not to give him more trouble.
She thought. It’s just a shower. I can handle this. I’ve got this
In the living room, Byron sat on the sofa, going through company emails on his tablet
But his attention kept drifting g toward the bathroom.
He thought, What’s taking her so long? Is the swimming in there?
Even though his eyes were on the tablet, he couldn’t focus on a single word. Irritation sugged at his bron.
Finally, he stood up and walked over to the bathroom door, knocking, “Marve, are you done yet?”
No response.
Growing impatient, he knocked again, more forcefully this time.
“Yeah, I’m done, came her drowsy voice from inside.
A moment later, the door creaked open, and Marve shuffled out, her eyes heavy with sleep
She was wearing his black shirt, which hung loosely down to her thighs.
Her long slender legs were left bare, her knees faintly tinged with pink, and her toes had a soft glow under the light. It was unexpectedly
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Her face, flushed from the warm steam of the bathroom, was framed by tousled hair, giving her an unexpectedly delicate and alluring look.
For a brief moment. Byron’s dark eyes froze.
He hadn’t realized his shirt was that sheer, and now he could clearly see she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
He thought. And the pants I have given you, did you just eat them?”
“Can’t you put your clothes on properly before coming out?” Byron’s brows furrowed even deeper, his tone laced with irritation.
“You don’t fit me they’re way too big” Maeve yawned, rubbing her eyes. “Besides, it’s not like I’m not wearing anything”
Byron’s lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at her for a long moment. Then, unexpectedly, a low, ambiguous chuckle escaped him.
“Maeve, are you doing this on purpose!”
Chat!” Maeve blinked in confusion.
Byron stepped into the bathroom, closing the distance and backing her against the wall, his gaze sharp and scrutinizing “A woman shows up in front of a man wearing nothing but a shirt, and you expect me to believe you don’t know what that implies?”
Maeve back pressed against the warm, damp tiles as the dizziness in her head worsened. “I really don’t get… what you’re talking about.”
