He'd been provoked by her one too many times—did she think he was that easy to push around? He grasped Maeve's cheeks, forcing her to release her tight-lipped defiance, and leaned in to kiss her. Maeve gasped. Her lips were bitten, and moisture glistened at the corners of her eyes. Clearly, she was at a disadvantage.

Standing six feet four inches tall, Byron towered over her, making her look delicate. His frame almost completely overshadowed hers, forcing her to tilt her head and endure his fierce, storm-like kiss. Even her attempts to push him away seemed feeble and powerless. They were far too familiar with each other's bodies. Their recent intimacy had been a mere appetizer—enough to taste, but not to satisfy. This kiss, however, was the spark to ignite a blaze. A single touch could set everything ablaze. Maeve angrily pounded his chest and kicked at him, but even with aching hands, she couldn't push him away. Frustrated, she thought, "Didn't he look down on me? Then what is he doing now? Men are all the same, indeed!"

"Byron McDaniel, do you dare let your fiancée, Miss Anderson, know how you treat me?" Maeve said through gritted teeth, her voice laced with bitterness. "How can you justify this to her?"

Byron's heated kiss lingered on her ear as he murmured, "Isn't the thrill of an affair what makes it all the more exciting?"

Maeve was so stunned by his shamelessness that she was speechless, her face bright red. "Have you no shame? Who said I wanted an affair with you!" she retorted.

"Don't you have plenty of men already?" Byron sneered coldly. "What's the matter? It's fine to fool around with them, but not with me? Afraid I won't treat you well?"

Maeve shot back with a mocking smile, "Sorry, I'm a bit picky. Not just any man can catch my eye."

"Is that so?" Byron said, his expression icy as he stepped back, towering over her with a disdainful gaze. "If you leave now, I won't pursue the matter of your trespassing."

"What do you mean by that?" Maeve asked, covering her throat and frowning. "You think you can treat me like this and then just let me go? Do you think I'm your toy?" She scoffed. She hadn't even seen this girl yet—there was no way she would walk away.

"I'm not satisfied with your answer, so you can leave now," Byron said.

Maeve remained silent, gritting her teeth. She started to rise but collapsed back onto the sofa. "Ah! My back hurts so much; you must have used too much force and broken my bones!"

Byron watched her with a cold gaze. He thought, "She can't be that crazy!" "If you're not leaving, are you planning to share a bed with me tonight?"

Maeve immediately sprang to her feet and ran out without looking back. She feared that if she hesitated, the ravenous wolf would feast on her, leaving only bones.

After leaving Byron's room, Maeve didn't walk away. Instead, she stealthily made her way upstairs and finally found her on the fifth floor. Her room was decorated in a Nordic princess style, with soft pink accents that perfectly suited a young girl. Maeve initially thought she was a servant's child.

Maeve felt mixed emotions as she looked at him; his sunglasses nearly covered his face. She hesitated, wanting to ask, "Are you going to sleep with your sunglasses on?"

"Yes," Will replied. He was nervous but added, "It's my habit."

Respecting his habit, Maeve picked up the book he'd found earlier and began to read. "The knight had followed the princess for a long time. They were deeply in love, but their different social statuses posed many obstacles." "The prince fell in love with the flower seller, but the king strongly opposed their union." "The witch and the dragon fell in love, but the judgment of society and the gossip surrounding them made them cautious even about meeting, fearful of putting each other in danger."

Maeve realized, "Wait... Why are all the stories about love? Are kids nowadays so mature?"

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