The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 32 As soon as the apartment door opened, Macve rushed inside, clearly panicked.

She didn't expect to run straight into Byron, who was walking toward her. Her forehead bumped into his chest, causing her to stumble back several steps. quickly grabbed her arm to steady her before letting go. His voice was stern as he asked, "What are you running around for?" someone was following me," Maeve gasped, still out of breath from her sprint. She was so winded that her legs were trembling. this, Byron opened the door and glanced outside. He didn't see anyone suspicious, so he turned back to her.

one out there. Did you see what t this person looked like?" shook her head, her face pale.

like? "There's no "I didn't dare turn around, but I kept hearing footsteps getting closer. The breathing was really heavy-it sounded like a man." pression darkened. "Has this been happening just today?" "No, it's been going on for a couple of days now. I've had this feeling that someone's been following me..." "And you're only tellingnow?" Byron's voice grew colder. "Do you think keeping quiet about it will make it go away?" Maeve opened her mouth, unsure why he was suddenly so angry.

Suppressing the frustration rising within him, Byron fixed her with a sharp look. "The security around here isn't great, especially at night. Do you honestly think you could outrun a grown man with your stamina? "You were lucky today, but what makes you think you'll be lucky next time?" The more she thought about what could've happened, the more Maeve felt the blood drain from her face. Her palms started to sweat.

And did you even consider," Byron continued, his voice icy, "what that person might do now that he knows where you li Maeve froze. That hadn't even crossed her mind. She thought running hmeant she was safe. But if that person had bad intentions and started lurking around her building, she wouldn't be so lucky next time. Her eyes reddened with anxiety, and she muttered, "Why do these things always happen to me?" She had hoped that after cutting ties with Jeff, her life would finally settle down. She wondered, 'Why does trouble keep finding me?' Byron had planned to scold her more to drive the point home, but when he saw the tears welling up in her eyes, he hesitated.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "How long have you been renting this place?" Maeve wiped the corners of her eyes, determined not to let herself cry in front of him. "I rent month-to-month." "Go pack your things. You're moving out tonight," Maeve was so shocked that her sadness instantly vanished. She stared at him in disbelief. "Moving? To where?" 08.52 Tue, Chapter 32 "My apartment." Maeve was taken aback.

F= She thought he was just saying it on impulse, but when she found herself standing in the living room of his apartment, she still couldn't quite wrap her head around it.

+5 She didn't have much to pack-just two suitcases. The furniture in her old place belonged to Pinehurst Apartments, so there was no need to bring it.

As for the plants and vegetables on her balcony, it was already late, so Byron said they could move them tomorrow.

In the span of just two hours, her entire living situation had changed.

"What are you standing there for?" Byron asked as he walked over.

Even though it wasn't her first tin his apartment, last tshe was only using the kitchen counter. Now, she'd be living here long-term, and that made her feel unexpectedly nervous. are you sure it's okay forto stay here? I won't be a bother?" Um, a Byron shot her shot her a glance. "When I stayed at your place, did you feel bothered?" "Of course not." "Then what are you worrying about?" His straightforward reply eased the tension in Maeve's chest, making her feel much more at ease. Mcdaniel, which room is mine?" Maeve asked.

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At this tomorron looked slightly awkward. "The guest room is empty right now. I'll have someone bring in the furniture Maeve blinked in surprise. "So, tonight...?" Sho "You'll sleep in my room," Byron replied with a straight face. "Unless you prefer to squeeze onto the couch-it's up to you." Maeve quickly shook her head. "If you're willing to share the bed, I'm not going to be difficult about it." thought, 'Sleeping on the couch in this weather? I am not that eager to catch a cold.' she Still, Pushing couldn't help but feel like their roles had somehow reversed since the last time. thoughts aside, she turned her attention to the open balcony outside the living room. Mr. Mcdaniel, can lask you a favor?" she asked.

Byron grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and looked at her. "What is it?" "Could I use part of your balcony to grow svegetables?" Maeve's cheeks flushed as she made the request. "I only need a small section, and I promise I'll keep it neat and clean. I'll even take care of the regular upkeep." "You don't need to askabout things like that. Do whatever you want," Byron replied, handing her one of the water bottles, his dark eyes meeting hers. "And not just the balcony-anything in this place." Maeve stared at him, momentarily stunned.

She thought, 'Is he saying I can treat the whole place like it is mine? As if I were the lady of