The next morning. Maeve was still hammered. She had to rely on her willpower to go to the hospital. Only then did Maeve barely open her eyes. But suddenly, the broken and blurry memories fromst night surged into her mind like a tide. The sensation of bodies intertwining, the ambiguous panting, the forehead that was pressed tightly against each other, and a cold but handsome face....


    Maeve''s face turnedpletely red. She wanted to bang her lead against the wall. What the hell am I thinking?"


    It was one thing to have a wet dream, but she couldn''t figure out why the man in her dreamst night was Byron. He was the reason she drank so muchst night. So, fantasizing about him in her sleep disgusted her. What kind of lousy dream was that? Gosh, if this continues, I might have to get my head checked.


    "Ouch!" Maeve stood up too quickly and felt difort from the lower part of her body. She grimaced and cried out in pain.


    Her cry


    woke


    up the man who was still asleep beside her. He slowly opened his eyes, and there was a trace of sleepiness in them. But soon, Maeve''s figure, her frowning, and confused expression came into view. Byron suddenly woke up. I was dreamingst night, right?" Maeve realized something was wrong. She thought of something but did not dare to confirm it. At least until her eyes met Byron''s.


    "What the hell?" Maeve shouted in horror. She retreated to the corner of her room and pointed at him with a trembling finger. "Why are you in my room? And why are you on my bed?"


    As it turned out,st night was not a dream. She was having sex with Byron. It was only yesterday that they had a heated argument, but they already sleeping together again in less than twelve hours...


    Byron stared at her face. She looked as if she had been bitten by a zombie and looked terrified of turning into one. "Let me ask you first. Since you live here, why didn''t you change the password?"


    "You''re ming me?" Maeve wrapped herself tightly with her nket and gritted her teeth. "This apartment is mine, and it''s not your goddamn business if I should change the password or not. Why do you care so much?"


    Suddenly, Maeve remembered something. "Don''t tell me you''ve been living in my apartment since I left the country?" Otherwise, he wouldn''t know her password and enter it so freely


    Byron cleared his throat. "Not every day, only on Fridays. At the same time, he didn''t expect Maeve to be willing to stay there. Given her attitude, he thought she''d rather sell the apartment than live in it. ''No wonder the bathroomyout changedst night He didn''t think too much about it because of the alcohol.


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    Byron rubbed his temples and said in a hoarse voice, "Maeve,u night was an ident."


    "ident? Gee, Mister, what a nice way of putting it!" Maeve''s face was red. "You''re trespassing on my property and I can stre you!"


    "What a sick bastard. He has a new fiancée, yet he still can''t control his dick? He didn''t even have the slightest bit of self-


    Byron did not know what Maeve was thinking. But when he heard the word "trespassing", his sharp eyes frowned. "I drankst night. Did you drink too?"


    ''Of course I did. I was drunk and sound asleep. Otherwise, I would have chased you out with a cleaver"


    "Since both of us were drunk and unconscious, how do you know that I was the one who vited you first and not you who took the initiative to mess around?" Byron asked


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    "What the hell are you saying? Are you using me of shamelessly pestering you and asking you to top mest night?"


    Byron picked up a bathrobe at the side and slowly put it on. "If that was the case, so what? I''m a man. It''s no big deal for me to suffer a little. He made it look as if she had taken advantage of him.


    Maeve kicked him in frustration. "I didn''t. I slept so soundlyst night that even if aet hit the Earth, I wouldn''t wake up. How the hell did I have a moment to wake up and ask you to podal ne? You''re a man, yet you still want to shirk responsibility after doing such a thing. You should be ashamed of yourself!"


    As Maeve kicked him out, she suddenly felt a warm touch under her feet.


    Byron''s fingers pinched her fair feet. His gaze swept across a certain spot as he reminded calmly. "Are you sure you want to keep talking to me in such a manner? You''re the only one in this room showing too much, and you''re using me of touching you?" Maeve followed his gaze and realized she had moved too much just now. Most of the nket wrapped around her chest had fallen, and twin mountains came into view.


    She immediately retracted her foot. Her brain was about to be burned by anger. She grabbed a pillow beside her and threw it at Byron. "Get your perverted ass out of my room!"


    Byron retreated and put down a business card on the table. "If you wantpensation, you can look for me at any time." He raised his eyelids and looked straight at Maeve with his sharp eyes. "On ount that we were husband and wife in the past. I won''t let you suffer.


    Maeve grunted and shouted, "Get lost!"


    Byron turned around and left. A faint hint of red could be seen under his hair, but Maeve did not notice it.


    Soon, the door closed. Maeve was so angry that she punched her pillow several times. If she had known this would happen, she would not have drunk too muchst night.


    Is there something wrong with Byron? Hees to live in the house he had given away. Does he have nowhere to live? That doesn''t make sense. Howe the owner of The McDaniel Group bes homeless?"


    At least Maeve was fine. She would treat it as if she had been bitten by a dog. She took a deep breath andforted herself repeatedly. She took a few more deep breaths before lifting the nket and getting out of bed.


    However, her legs were so weak that she almost fell to her knees, Her waist felt like it was about to break. It was sore and painful. While trying to support herself by holding the bed''s headrest, Maeve cursed at Byron. She walked over and picked up the business card on the table.


    Huh? Is leaving a business card after one night stand a thing among people like him?


    Seeing Byron''s business card made her realize Byron didn''t be homeless. But after reading it, Maeve-noticed that Byron''s name was not written on it. Instead, she only found an address. Maeve sighed, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can.


    After washing up, she heard amotion outside the room. She thought about how Theo would usually wake up at this time, and when Byron went out just now, the two of them might very well meet. Thinking of this, Maeve''s heart was pounding as she hurriedly ran out of the room.


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