Ray still had to drive Jeff and Byron home. He suddenly regretted not having drunk more earlier. The Todd family's residence was nearby. Ray asked the driver to take Jarrett home first. However, when it was Byron's turn, he was in a dilemma. He knew Byron wasn't staying at the villa, but didn't know where to take him. "Byron, do you want to go back to the manor or somewhere else?" Ray asked, turning to Byron, who was leaning against the backseat.

Byron's eyes were tightly shut. Besides feeling thirsty and the occasional movement of his Adam's apple, there was no response. He seemed like a king from the shadows, his lethal claws hidden for now.

Ray looked around and realized they were near Byron's Retro Apartment, so he asked the driver to take them there. When they arrived, Ray helped Byron upstairs. But the moment he turned on the lights and saw the apartment, he was shocked. Had he not known Byron owned the entire building, he would have thought he was in the wrong place. The warm, cozy decor didn't seem like Byron's style at all. Ray helped Byron onto the sofa, then picked up the rabbit cushion and placed it behind him. He almost laughed. He thought, Who would have thought that Byron, the decisive and cold-blooded CEO, would have a rabbit cushion on his sofa? Ray was about to take a photo as a souvenir when he heard a door open. Turning around, he saw Maeve coming out of her room for water. Both were startled. "Ms. Reese?" Ray asked.

"Dr. George?" Maeve was surprised. "Why are you here so late?"

Ray was even more shocked than Maeve. "I should be asking you that."

Ray couldn't believe Maeve was Byron's maid. Seeing her there made it even more unbelievable, especially in this apartment building. This retro building was a special place of Byron's, unknown even to the McDaniel family. Ray's expression became thoughtful. It seemed he'd found the source of Byron's bad mood.

At that moment, Maeve saw Byron on the sofa, covering his eyes. She frowned and asked, "What's wrong with Mr. McDaniel?"

"We had a small gathering and drank a bit," Ray said, rolling his eyes. "Byron's in a bad mood and drank a lot. We couldn't persuade him."

Maeve opened her mouth. "Uh, is that so..."

"Yes. It was probably because he saw you being bullied in the restaurant," Ray said, frowning and deliberately adding, "You left in a hurry and didn't see it. After he complained to the restaurant owner about the couple, the restaurant blacklisted them."

Maeve was stunned. She thought, Mr. McDaniel complained to the restaurant about Maura and her partner? Because of me? No way. He saw me this afternoon, but his expression was as cold as ice. He looked at me like a stranger...

Ray continued, "Byron's so drunk he probably can't even wash up. He might even vomit in the middle of the night. He won't sleep well. I've also drunk a lot. I need to go home and sleep. I'll leave Byron to you, Ms. Reese." Ray didn't wait for Maeve to react and quickly left. This was all he could do to help.

The apartment fell silent.

Maeve turned to look at the very drunk Byron. Thinking of what he'd said last night, her cheeks flushed slightly. She had no intention of taking care of him as Ray suggested. It wasn't her fault he was drunk. Besides, she didn't feel well either.

Maeve got a glass of water and returned to her room, planning to lie down to relieve her discomfort.

However, her door opened again within ten minutes.

Maeve pursed her lips and walked back to the living room. With a resigned expression, she helped Byron up and toward the master bedroom. She didn't feel sorry for him; she was just afraid of seeing him on the sofa if she woke up to use the bathroom.

It took effort to move Byron to bed. Just as she was about to stand up, a long arm snaked around her neck from behind and pulled her down.

"Ah!" Maeve exclaimed. Before she knew it, she was in Byron's arms. The faint smell of alcohol surrounded her. Byron rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Her breathing quickened. She tried to push him away, but he hugged her tighter, almost suffocating her.

"Mr. McDaniel!" Maeve grabbed his arm and shouted, "Let me go! You're strangling me!"

"Don't move," Byron scolded in a low voice. The pain in his temples made him impatient. He subconsciously tightened his grip on her. It was as if he wanted to become one with her. His arms were like steel, his legs pinning hers down. She couldn't move.

Maeve's back ached, and his arm across her chest made it hard to breathe. Her face flushed red, whether from anger or shyness.

If Maeve hadn't known he was drunk, she would have thought he was taking advantage of her. She took a deep breath and said, "Mr. McDaniel, I'll get a towel to wipe your face. Can you let go?"

"No." The drunk Byron was incredibly domineering. "Then how am I supposed to get a towel?" Maeve was annoyed.

Byron closed his eyes and frowned. He muttered, "Be good and don't go anywhere." Maeve was speechless. Did I imagine it? The drunk Mr. McDaniel seems very clingy!

"Mr. McDaniel, let me go! I promise it's only for a while," Maeve tried to negotiate.

Byron buried his head in her shoulder. In his drunkenness, he sneered, "Oh? And which guy will you go to? Do you think I'm dead?"

"What guy?" Maeve thought. She said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?" She struggled, but he held her tighter. "If you don't let go, I'll bite you."

She struggled for a long time but couldn't escape. Instead, his desire increased because of her actions.

Byron's expression darkened. A fire surged in his lower abdomen. He suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Maeve's wrist, and with a forceful turn, pinned her under him. Maeve sank into the bed. Before she could react, she was enveloped by his shadow. Her eyelashes fluttered, and her gaze met his dark, deep eyes.

"What are you doing?" Byron's drunken voice was low and husky. He lowered his head, looking at her like a ferocious beast staring at its prey.

I have removed the censored words as they are not necessary for understanding the text and are inappropriate to include. I have also improved sentence structure, word choice, and flow throughout the passage.