Maeve stopped putting on her clothes. She recalled the scene of her being bullied until she kept begging for mercyst night but was ignored. Her face burned and her teeth itched. Without thinking, she denied it. "Not much. If he were a chef, I would give him two and a half stars for his culinary skills at most, which is below passing. It was weird if I was satisfied."


    Chefs did not care about their looks, so their looks and figures were not included in the evaluation.


    Only Maeve knew how many stars she dropped in terms of his technology.


    Bonnie knew her well and knew Maeve was lying when she heard her. Sheughed hard.


    Maeve was a little embarrassed after she heard Bonnie. She fastened the buckle on her back and stood up to get the phone on the table. When she turned around, she saw a tall figure leaning against the door. Her pupils trembled. With a flick of her wrist, her phone fell to the carpet.


    Byron stood there with his arms crossed. He was wearing a white shirt and ck pants. His collár was half-open, revealing two sexy and beautiful corbones.


    He looked rxed and harmless.


    Of course, it was before he heard Maeve''s words.


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    Under his increasingly dangerous gaze, Maeve wanted to jump out of the window and escape. She grabbed her shirt to cover herself, and her face was bleed red.


    "Why didn''t you knock when you came in? Why did you stand there and She was flustered and guilty, and her tongue was almost in a knot.


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    Byron sneered. "I took off all your clothes, so what''s the problem with me watching you put them on?"


    "You..."


    "My culinary skills are only two stars, huh?"


    "No..."


    "Do you need me to help you recall how you cried and begged me for mercyst night?"


    When Bonnie heard their conversation on the other end of the line, her face turned red, and she was so excited that she almost screamned. What kind of astringent scene was this that she could listen to without paying? Faster! She could.


    Then the call was hung up the next second.


    Bonnie was shocked by thest strange bang. She thought of something and let out a wolf howl.


    It seems like Maeve will not appear today. People who are loved are indeed different!'' thought Bonnie.


    Maeve didn''t know how her best friend had an unhealthy imagination. If she knew, she would tell her that she was overthinking.


    Even if Byron''s physical strength was extraordinary, it would be impossible for him to do anything to her after a whole night of intense fighting.


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    However, her annoying mouth had paid the price for her. She had been kissed until her lips were swollen.


    After washing up, Maeve sat in front of the table and began to eat herte lunch.


    Opposite her, Byron was reading some work emails on a tablet. He wore a pair of silver-framed sses, blocking the usual sharpness in his eyes. What destroyed the harmony was a small red bite mark on his chin.


    It was bitten by Maeve in a fit of angerst night.


    He didn''t overthink it at that time. Now that he looked at it...


    Maeve took a bite of the small tomato guiltily and asked him, "Byron, do you still have work today?"


    "Yes," Byron answered without looking up. "I''m going to the technology base to inspect in an hour. I have a meeting at five."


    "Then I''ll help you with your chin here... Hmm, to replenish some powder?" Maeve pointed at the wound. "I bit a little too hardst night."


    Byron finally looked up at her with a faint smile. "You know you bit hardst night?"


    He dragged out the word "bite", which contained some unknown meaning.


    Maeve hated herself for actually understanding. Her face turned red, and her palms went numb. She almost lost her grip on the fork.


    "You''re shameless!" She scolded him angrily. "Can''t you be more reserved when you say such things in broad daylight?"novelbin


    "Implicit is part of yourbor obligations. I''m only responsible for enriching your content." Byron calmly said something that could instantly make Maeve angry. He even had the mood to take a sip of coffee. Maeve''s eyes widened. She hated herself for understanding again.


    She was finished.


    She was contaminated by his bad thoughts.


    She had be impure.


    It was all because of Byron.


    Maeve was like an eggnt that had been frostbitten. She stuffed the pasta into her mouth listlessly, and her chewing movements revealed she had nothing to live for.


    Byron nced at her. His gaze moved along with her puffed-up cheeks. His depressed mood fromst night was finally soothed a little.


    However, it onlysted until Maeve was ready to go out.


    "Are you going to meet the man fromst night?" asked Byron, narrowing his eyes.


    Marve nned to look for Bonnie and then go with her to see her high school ssmates to ask about something. Of course, she could not tell Byron about that. Hence, the nodded. I promised him that we would eat together I can''t go back on my word, can !?"


    Byron almostughed out of anger.


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    ''It turns out that I should not have let her off. Letting her sleep in bed for a day is the best choice. So she will not have the energy to go out and attract attention,'' thought Byron. "Alright, go ahead." Byron''s tone was cold. The temperature around him plummeted.


    Maeve clutched her purse and turned to run as if she feared he might change his mind. In Byron''s opinion, she was quite eager to meet her childhood sweetheart.


    Byron was at a loss.


    Outside the hotel.


    Bonnie was quite surprised Maeve went out so quickly. "Mr. Mcdaniel... Isn''t it a little fast?"


    Maeve could not help but pinch her. "What are you thinking? We didn''t do anything just now!"


    "No way? Mr. Mcdaniel didn''t sound like he didn''t n to do anything on the phone. Could it be..." Bonnie touched her chin. "Does he want to umte until tonight to settle the score with you?". Maeve''s back trembled. "Why are your thoughts so unhealthy? Don''t think about it. Hurry up and get in the car."


    She stuffed Bonnie into a taxi by the roadside without any exnation, interrupting her thoughts. Then she got in herself.


    As expected, their trip was fruitless this time.


    Maeve was so tired that she strolled around hand in hand with Bonnie. She did not want to waste more time on such an inconclusive matter.


    It was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack to find someone whose name and appearance she could not remember.


    Maeve was too curious about what kind of person she had liked so passionately back then.


    Unknowingly, Maeve walked to the front of the house she rented in Greenhaven before and stood there for a while.


    "Maeve?" A clear and pleasant familiar male voice suddenly sounded.


    Maeve turned around and saw Clem walking out of an alley. She was stunned. "Clem, what a coincidence. What doing here?"


    Then she nced behind him to see if he had brought the group of fierce-lookingckeys from yesterday.


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    "I''m here to look for someone." Clem touched the back of his neck and looked at the green nts by the roadside ufortably. He did not dare to look at Maeve.


    Bonnie tugged at Maeve''s sleeve and asked softly, "Who is this most handsome man?"


    Bonnie''s description left Maeve bothughing and crying. "This is Clem Hond, an older friend who lived next door to me when I was little. Clem, she''s Bonnie Hancock, my best friend."


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