The Heir’s Secret Bride – Chapter 7
Not long after Byron sat down, Maeve’s voice drifted out from the kitchen. “Mr. McDaniel, we’re out of leeks in the fridge. Could you grab some from the balcony?” Byron…
Not long after Byron sat down, Maeve’s voice drifted out from the kitchen. “Mr. McDaniel, we’re out of leeks in the fridge. Could you grab some from the balcony?” Byron…
G.Byron’s face instantly darkened, like storm clouds gathering in his eyes.Maevenoticed his displeasure and scratched her cheek awkw: ly. “If it’s a problem for you, I can always take the…
Maeve immediately sensed something was off. “Is your wound acting up again? You just told me you were fine. This is your idea of ‘fine?”Without waiting for Byron to respond,…
Marrying me was that a mistake?’ Maeve thought, feeling a sharp, painful knot tighten in her chest. The words cut deep, leaving a bitter sting in their wake, and a…
At Pinehurst Apartments Maeve had taken the day off to prepare the room where By big space, but getting it ready had taken up her entire afternoon would soon be…
“IMaeve popping up out of nowhere threw Byron for a loop. He’d been on the phone and didn’t really catch what she said. Frowning, he asked, “Wait, what did you…
It was only October, but the air in Kleymond was already crisp and cold.Early in the morning, Maeve Reese was still curled up in bed, deep in sleep. Suddenly, her…