The Heir's Secret Bride

She would not be anyone's substitute.

No

o matter how much she liked him.

If he said Karen's name, she would leave this place without hesitation. She would definitely not pester him anymore.

Maeve pursed her red lips and waited anxiously for Byron's answer.

After waiting for a long time, when she was about to be disappoited, she heard the man behind her say casually, "A stupid little girl" Maeve's cheeks puffed up. Who was stupid? And she wasn't a little girl at all.

Just as she was about to question him, he kissed her lips again and she could not say anythingContentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

She almost fell into his broad and warm embrace, accepting the kiss that deepened.

The hazy light of the cinema shone down, making them blush and their hearts race.

A smell that was even sweeter than the sweet fragrance emitted by the popcorn slowly flowed.

After the movie that taught the bastard man a lesson ended, Maeve picked another movie to watch.

This time, she carefully searched in advance to ensure that there were no more strange plots before she dared to choose This time, it was a pure romance movie. Maeve heaved a sigh of relief.

However, not long after, Byron realized that the woman in his arms seemed to have fallen asleep. Her breathing was light and even

He picked her up and got up to leave.

When the butler saw them coming out, he was about to step forward to speak when he was stopped by a look from Byron. After they left, the butler could not help but look worried.

Maeve

was

However...

very good. The servants also liked her very much.

The butler sighed.

In t

the

master bedroom on the third floor. Byron placed Macve on the bed and pulled the blanket over her. His palm could not help but stop for a moment before gently caressing her. The vibrating phone on the table interrupted this rare warm moment.

Byron retracted his hand and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with his phone. "What is it?"

"Mr. Mcdaniel, I've already found out who the racer who robbed Ms. Reese that day was," Archer said respectfully. "I feel that things are a little strange. That's why I'm disturbing you so late at night to report to you Byron said in a low voice, "How is it strange?" "Those two racers were hooligans who dropped out of high school. They were friends of Ms. Reese's younger brother. Horace Reese. They personally admitted that Horace instructed them to rob Ms. Reese for money" $94%

Archer reported to Byron about Horace causing trouble with his classmates in school and borrowing tens of thousands dollars from the hooligans outside the school. He even found out that Horace usually skipped classes, fought, caused trouble, and owed money in the underground casino.

If not for the fact that he had personally investigated, Archer would not have believed that a young man would actually let someone rob his biological sister for money. A sharp glint flashed across Byron's eyes. "Is Horace an adult?"

"No, he won't be of age for another three months."

"Then send him to the reformatory and let him stay there until he becomes an adult, Byron said coldly.

Archer replied, "Yes. I'll I do it immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Byron stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His eyes seemed to be dyed by the rich night sky outside the window, deep and dark. There was no expression on that handsome face, but the anger surging in his chest was difficult to calm down.

Her situation was even worse than when he first returned to the Mcdaniel family years ago.

After a

a long time, he turned around and returned to the bed. He lifted the blanket and lay beside Maeve. of family.

Then, he gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into his embrace. He rested his chin on the top of her soft head and slowly exhaled. She didn't need that kind of

Maeve was enough with him protecting her.

The next morning, Maeve did not know that when she woke up, the culprit who had caused her to be knocked down had already been sent to the reformatory to be educated. In the mirror, the scabs on her face had all fallen off. The skin underneath was slightly red, but there were no scars at all,

She was so happy that she jumped on the spot twice. She felt that her ankle was still a little uncomfortable and immediately stopped.

After

washing up, she took her bag downstairs and ran to Byron, who was sitting at the dining table. She leaned her face towards him.

Byron raised his eyebrows when he saw how proactive she was.

She was asking him for a morning kiss right after she woke up?

That was too much

With this thought in mind, Byron put down the coffee cup in his hand and lowered his head slightly to kiss Maeve's plump lips. He even sucked her lips gently.

The servants in the dining room immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look again.

Maeve was also stunned by him. Then, her face flushed red and her heart thumped. "Why did you

kiss me?

"Didn't you come over and ask me to kiss you?" Byron asked. "There are still outsiders around. When can you be more reserved?"

Maeve's eyes widened at his question. "I came over to let you see that the wound on my face has healed. I didn't let you kiss

Not only did he kiss her, but he even blamed her for it!

Byron naturally did not think that he had misunderstood. He only thought that she was shy and quibbling. He took a few more glances at her face. "Isn't one side of your face injured? Why are both sides so red?" Maeve clenched her fists. 'Don't you know who caused that? She thought. Thinking of what she was about to tell him, she calmed down and hesitated for a long time. Byron could tell that

she

wanted to to say something but but hesitated. "What do you want to say?" disappeared.

"Well, we agreed that I will stay at t your house

Byron understood what she meant. His smilentil my injuries recover. I'm almost healed now. Sorry to trouble you during this period of time, Maeve said hesitantly.

"You'll have to

back

Ungrateful? Why was he so serious? cover. Maeve, how can you be so ungrateful?"

At A trace of f confusion appeared I in Maeve's eyes. "I didn't mean that. It's just that I haven't been back for almost a month. I don't know if the vegetables I planted are dead or alive... Looking at his suddenly cold expression, Maeve didn't know what to say.

Byron ignored her quibble and interrupted her calmly. "It's up to you. You don't have to explain to me."

It did make her seem a little heartless to leave as soon as she recovered.

It

However, she was afraid that if she continued t I to live

She might as well take the initiative to leave when she he, she would feel even worse when she really had to leave one day.

had a choice.

Maeve pursed her lips and did not explain further. She sat on the other side and ate in silence.

Half an hour later, Byron sent her to the intersection in front of the company. For the first time, he asked the driver to drive away without waiting for her to walk past Maeve stood by the roadside, feeling a sudden sense of loss.

Was he angry?

Feeling

Before

gher phone vibrating in his pocket, Maeve immediately took it out to take a look.

It was actually her mother.

efore this, there were a few missed calls and more than a dozen text messages.

It was obvious that it was about Horace again.

Maeve ignored her mother and walked into the company with her phone..

For the entire day, Maeve was listless. In the afternoon, she saw finesse Bloom post the latest news on the official website:

[The gown has been delivered to Princess Elvira of Erancia. The princess is very satisfied. Everyone can look forward to the live broadcast of the state banquet the day after tomorrow.]