The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 491 Clem placed the handkerchief on the table. "A little kid gave it to me. Take a look." Byron glanced at the handkerchief casually and saw the familiar aisy embroidery at the bottom left corner of it. He frowned and looked at Maeye's side profile. She even gave this man a handkerchief?' thought Byron.

Maeve was also shocked by the old handkerchief.

The inexperienced and crooked embroidery on it was too similar to her needlework when she first cinto contact with embroidery, but she was not sure. Until she realized that the rose's branches and leaves looked sideways at the letters J and S.

Only she could childishly hide the initials of her nin the pattern.

But why is my handkerchief in Clem's hands?' thought Maeve.

"Clem, who gave you this handkerchief?" Maeve probe Clem swallowed the fish in his mouth and thought for a moment. "I fell on campus in my third year of university, and a little girl gave it to me. She is the person I mentioned earlier that I want to find." Does she live at No. 25 Bluemoon Alley?" "You can even guess that. You're indeed smart," said Clem, smiling.

Maeve held her breath and dared not to look at Byron's expression. Her red lips moved. "Clem, it's been so long, but I don't think I've asked... Which university did you attend?" "Kleymond University. I went overseas to study in my third year Maeve vaguely heard Byron's low "Heh", and her little heart instantly trembled.

It can't be. It shouldn't be so coincidental. I have known Clem for so long. If he was my crush in high school, there is no reason fornot to remember him. It must be a coincidence thought Maeve. Marve gulped and continued to ask shakily, "Clem, are you close to that little girl? You even specially cto look for her this time" It was rare for her to be so interested in his matters, so Clem did not hide it.

He looked at the vase on the table and told her everything.

hier all.

a few years ago. Clem did not remember it clearly He just got along with that slum, petite girl who looked like a middle school student to addon, the intle girl always had endless handmade products that surprised him, so he had a deep impression of her ves look har her to sponsor that little girl.

A love letter Mass cried and involuntarily she almost stood up but sat back down under Byron's stare. She asked dryly, are you sure wil be levier 15:17 Sun, Jan 5 Chapter 491 1 When she heard Clem say that the little girl was thin and liked to do handicrafts, she felt something was wrong. When she was in high school, because she didn't have money but was interested, she especially liked to do ssmall handicrafts for herself. It was cheap and beautiful. 83% And because she had no money, of course, she was malnourished. People often said she looked like a junior high school student.

She could confirm the person Clem was talking about was her.

However, she did not expect herself to be so wild at that tand even write a love letter...

5 When Clem stole a glance at her, he happened to see her overly excited reaction. He was puzzled but suppressed it and did not ask.

"It's for me. Only when she cto say goodbye toand gavethe love letter, I knew her feelings." Clem sighed. "No matter what, I can't have any other thoughts about a junior high school student. I rejected her and told her to study hard and not overthink." He treated that little girl as if she was his younger sister and even had spity for her.

He had accepted the handkerchief she had given him because he wanted to remember that pitiful, cute little girl. She had once brought him a brief and distinct joy.

It would have been better if he hadn't explained. Once he said those words, Maeve was dumbfounded.

The crush she had been looking for for so long was actually Clem.

She had actually liked him in high school and even wanted to get into Kleymond University for him.

However, she was rejected, of course. Clem told her to study hard, which coincided with the contents of the note.

These were the best evidence, not coincidences.

"But... why is it Clem?' thought Maeve.

Maeve wanted to hug her head. She swore she only treated Clem as a good friend and Clem only treated her as a friend, too. How could it happen? Maeve suddenly regretted it. Why did the hell she call Byron over? If he didn't come, she could still digest the matter with the meal She could walk out of the door and pretend nothing had happened. Anyway, Clem didn't recognize her as that young girl But now...

"Heh." Byron snorted again. The cold air around him seemed to be able to freeze people The more he sat there calmly, the more it meant his anger was about to reach a critical point.

Just a spark was enough to set a prairie ablaze.

Maeve's heart was trembling. The pork ribs before her were no longer fragrant. She only wanted to escape from the Asura Arena as soon as possible.

After finishing the meal and saying goodbye to Clem, Maeve was pulled into the car by Byron before she could defend Jerself.

2/3 111 Sun, Jan 5 15:17 Chapter 491 D 83% She felt a sudden chill on her shoulders and neck. The zipper on the back of her dress was pulled down and then her dress fell to her feet.

Maeve hurriedly pressed down on Byron's wrist. "Wait... wait. Letexplain first. I only found out tonight that person was Clem. I had never thought of it before."

"You keep calling him Clem. You call him so intimately." Byron bit one of her snow-white shoulders. His eyes were dark and gloomy. "You gave each other tokens. You even wrote a love letter to him. Do you think I'll believe you when you say nothing between you and him?" Maeve shrunk her shoulders and retreated, but the car door was behind her. His hot body pressed down on her tightly, and she did not even have the chance to struggle.

She still wanted to explain, but he bit her lip. She was forced to swallow the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

The temperature in the car kept rising, and even the air bechot and unbearable.

A thin layer of fog condensed on the car window. Under the dim lights by the roadside, two tightly intertwined shadows were reflected.

Their breaths carried a heat that could ignite the atmosphere, and they instantly lost control of the high ground.

Maeve's skirt was piled up messily at her ankles. Her slender and weak hands were placed in the crook of Byron's arm. Her eyes were starm.

half-closed as she calmed her frantic heartbeat after reaching its peak. Her red face looked pitiful, but Byron refused to let her go.

"Byron Mcdaniel." Maeve's hoarse and sweet voice was almost gnashing her teeth. "Get out!" Byron planted a series of kisses on her ear. His eyes were filled with lust, but he was unmoved. "What's with Clem?" your relationship

"I already said we're just friends." Maeve's eyelashes fluttered, and her voice was trembling, "If there was anything between us, would I still ask you to cover for dinner and ask him about his past in front of you?" She only dared to do it because she had a clear conscience. 3/3 SEND GIFT 0 COMMENT 111