Byron gripped her his expression growing even colder. “What do you think doing?” Lift shirt; I want to check wound,” answered. felt like was and fumbling for awhile, she couldn’t manage shirt. leaned in better look. Her warm, breath brushed across Byron’s chest. he looked he saw her lips nearly touching his skin. His throat tightened, and his gaze darkened instantly. Realizing the situation, he forcefully pushed her away, voice sharp and cutting. “What kind of game are you playing Already Maeve heading straight for liquor cabinet. Byron’s expression slightly. Before she could crash the cabinet, he out pulled her back, wrapping his arm around her. Her flushed cheek inadvertently brushed the side of his neck, the cool touch making her close her eyes in contentment, unwilling to move. So comfy,” muttered. was so infuriated he laughed loud, thinking. Is this using drunken state as an excuse to throw herself at me? First tugging at clothes, now. deliberately leaning into she be?’ His mood took a serious especially when he saw her dress, now from the mess earlier, clinging to her as she leaned against him. He was her out and let fend herself. But just as that thought crossed his mind, he remembered how, even in her drunken state, her first concern was his injury. deeper, but in the he didn’t the to throw her out. “Stay here and move,” he warned before heading into the bathroom. Thankfully, Maeve’s drunken didn’t last long. Once she down, she collapsed over the bar and seemed to fall asleep. After his shower, came out, her, and dragged her bathroom. tossed her a set of shirt and “Hurry up and wash. With a scowl, out and shut door behind him. The abrupt movement startled Maeve awake. Her head was still spinning, her brows tightly furrowed, and all she wanted pass out in bed. remembering the annoyed look on Byron’s face, figured it best to give him trouble. She thought, It’s just a shower. I’ve got this! the living room, Byron on sofa, going through company on his tablet. Chapter 28 his attention thrifting toward the bathroom. He thought. “What’s taking her so long? Is she swimming in there? Even his eyes were on the tablet, he couldn’t focus on a single word. Irritation tugged at his brows Finally, he stood up and the bathroom door, knocking are you yet!” No response. Growing impatient, he knocked this time “Yeah, I’m done,” came her drowsy voice from inside. A moment later, the creaked open, and shuffled out, her heavy with sleep. She was wearing his black shirt, hung loosely down to her thighs. long, legs were left bare, knees faintly tinged with pink, and her had a soft glow under the light. It was unexpectedly captivating. Her face, flashed the warm steam the was by tousled hair, giving her an unexpectedly delicate and alluring look. For brief Byron’s dark eyes froze. He hadn’t realized shirt was that and now he could clearly see wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He thought, And pants I have given did you just eat them? “Can’t you your on properly before coming out?” Byron’s brows even deeper, with irritation. “Your pants fit me, they’re way too big” Maeve yawned, rubbing her eyes. “Besides, it’s not like I’m wearing anything” Byron’s pressed a thin line he stared at her for long moment. a low, ambiguous chuckle escaped him. “Marve, are you doing this on purpose?” Maeve blinked in confusion. stepped into the bathroom, the and backing against the wall, his gaze sharp and scrutinizing. “A woman shows up in front of a man wearing nothing but shirt, and you expect me to believe don’t know what that implies?” back pressed against the warm, tiles as the in her head worsened. don’t what you’re about. “Aren’t these your clothes that you gave she feeling a bit wronged. She thought, ‘Am I in trouble for simply wearing them? Seeing her bewildered expression, Byron’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, his her lips. but I you to wear this to seduce me. Seduce? What is that? Maeve’s mind spun she shook her head vigorously. Her blurry was filled with the image of his strikingly handsome face drawing making her head swim even Chapter 28 more from the air come so close she stammered. But overwhelmed and before she knew it, she was falling straight Byron’s arms. When looked down, he saw her eyes tightly leaning limply against his shoulder, as if she had fallen adeep Byron was left speechless. He had been so tempted to strangle someone. intended to teach her yet somehow up being the one outplayed. With a face as dark a storm cloud, scooped her up and her to the bedroom, dropping her unceremoniously onto the bed Despite rough handling, she didn’t wake up-she rolled over and sleeping soundly. guest room this was purely for show; only the master bedroom had a bed. After all the trouble she caused, Byron couldn’t be to about why he didn’t her sleep couch. He told it was just charity. The night passed without incident. The next morning. Maeve curled under blanket, not wanting to remember that had the before. She thought, Why can’t be one of those people who black out when they drink? didn’t want to recall the embarrassing things she might have done Byron. She thought, Throwing up him, tugging at clothes-how has he not me out the spot? She around and, not anywhere, let out a sigh of relief. Getting she realized that the shirt she was wearing had up to her stomach during the night. had no idea how she’d managed to sleep that worst of all, she wasn’t anything underneath. She thought. What was I even thinking when I showered last night? Thankfully, hadn’t in same bed as her; otherwise, she’d never be to live this down. Blushing furiously. Maeve tugged the shirt down to herself, then tipgoed out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her. for?” Byron’s cold voice suddenly rang out from behind her. Startled, Marve spun to see him standing there, looking sharp in a tailored suit. Her face instantly heated up. “I-I thought you asleep and didn’t want to wake you. She pressed herself against the trying to hide the awkwardness of her situation. Byron couldn’t be bothered to expose her lame excuse and said flatly, “Your are drying on balcony. Go get yourself” 14:42 Mon, Oct 14 B Maeve’s eyes widened in surprise. “You even washed my clothes shocked expression, Byron scoffed. whose fat you think that is?” Marve instantly wilted, face full of remorse. Im really sorry shouldn’t overestimated tolerance. I caused you so trouble by getting and throwing up on you. As he saw her apologize so sincerely, Byron’s expression slightly. a toothbrush towel in the bathroom. Go freshen up “Thank you. Maeve to the to collect her clothes, her heart racing when she saw her undergarments hanging there. Even he used washing he had to handle while hanging up. She thought. How embarrassing