The Heir's Secret Bride

After lunch, Maeve found her team and left Kleymond University with the teacher.

"Maeve, why are your shoes so dirty?" A girl from Maeve's class asked when she saw that.

Maeve answered, "I accidentally spilled the coffee."

The classmate said, "Go get a new pair of shoes. You've worn these shoes for so long. You should have changed them long ago."

Maeve smiled awkwardly. "No need. I think these are comfortable now."

The classmate added, "If you don't have money, I can lend it to you. You don't have to return it. Just help me clean my room." Maeve rejected it. "No, thank you."

The classmate pursed her lips and muttered, "What's the point of having good grades? You can't even afford new shoes." With that, she turned around.

Maeve walked silently with the team. She clenched her worn sleeves tightly in her palms and did not speak again until she returned to the hotel.

When she went downstairs for dinner, the hotel owner told Maeve that a boy had been waiting for her outside.

Maeve was stunned for a few seconds as that handsome face crossed her mind. Her heart skipped a beat. By the time she realized it, she had already run out.

The boy standing under the big tree leaned against the tree trunk with his arms crossed. The branches and leaves cast light and shadows on his face as if he were in a dream. He looked unreal. Maeve jogged over. "What do you want to see me for?"

Byron stood up straight, and his eyes instantly became gentle. "Yes, I want to apologize to yo Do you have time now?"

"Yes, but..." Maeve scratched her head. "But you already apologized in the afternoon."

or what happened this noon.

"There's a carnival nearby. Let me buy you something to eat." His thin eyelids drooped, hiding the deep feelings in his eyes.

There was no way to hide it. The little bit that inadvertently seeped out was so hot that it made one's heart race.

"Why me?" Maeve asked subconsciously.

"I don't have many friends in school. It's been a pleasure chatting with you today," Byron said with a hint of disappointment. "If you don't want to, forget it."

'Don't handsome boys have friends?' Maeve was shocked. 'Is this what it meant to be lonely at the top?'

The embarrassment in her heart dissipated. She told Byron to wait there and went upstairs to get her backpack.

The carnival was brightly lit. The faint fragrance of shampoo on Byron wafted to her nose from time to time. They walked too closely, making her ears a little hot.

Maeve thought Byron was different from the other boys she had met before but couldn't tell exactly what was different. Her heart was covered in a faint sense of warmth. 1/3

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"Do you want ice cream?" Byron asked as he stood beside the ice cream van.

Maeve thought of her empty purse and shook her head decisively. "I'll gain weight if I eat too much ice cream."

Byron nodded and said nothing. He asked the peddler if he could make the ice cream himself.noveldrama

After the peddler agreed, Byron walked over, took the cup from the peddler, and quickly filled it with ice cream. He even sprayed several letters on the top with the chocolate. Maeve's eyes widened as she watched him do so. Her pretty mouth widened in surprise. "You're amazing."

Maeve thought Byron could even do it better and faster than the peddler did. But she didn't say it out because she was afraid of offending the ice cream peddler. Byron smiled faintly and handed the ice cream to her. "Do you want to try it?"

It was her fake name "Rosie" on the top of the ice cream. Maeve's heart skipped a beat. As if she had been bewitched, she took the ice cream.

"Thank you." Her voice was soft, and her ears were red.

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However, looking at such a beautiful ice cream, she couldn't bear to eat it. If she ate it, there was nothing left.

It was as if she had come this far to say goodbye to this person. A sour feeling suddenly appeared in Maeve's heart.

"Why aren't you eating?" Byron asked in confusion.

"I want to watch it for a while longer." Maeve composed herself and revealed a smile. "This is the first time someone has bought me such a beautiful ice cream." Byron tilted his head and stared at her pretty face with deep eyes.

Maeve had written in her diary that she wanted to eat an ice cream that her boyfriend had personally made for her. She said she wanted to win a doll in the carnival.

She said she wanted to eat all different kinds of delicious food with the person she loved. The would pray to God for their happiness.

She also wanted to...

Byron remembered everything she had written down.

the church at the end, she

The diary was still in the drawer of his study. From time to time, he would take it out and flip through it. He wanted to make

up

for her regrets.

Maeve was in a daze as she looked at the ice cream when she suddenly felt her wrist being pulled.

Someone squeezed over from behind and almost knocked her over. A broad, warm chest caught her bumping back, and a hand reached out in front of her, separating her from the crowd "Grab me and don't get separated." At the time, Byron's voice was deep and magnetic, but it still retained the clearness of a young man. It sounded like a cold night wind.

Maeve looked back at him after regaining her balance, only to realize he was also looking at her. Their eyes met, and an indescribable feeling grew in silence. Maeve felt her heart suddenly beat so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

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"There's a doll stall up ahead. Do you want to go over and take a look?" Byron was worried that Maeve would lose herself if he did not speak, so he stopped looking at her suggestively.

Maeve quickly lowered her head and subconsciously pinched her fingers to case her nervousness. "O-Okay"

Byron grabbed her arm and walked over. It seemed like he wanted to prevent her from being squeezed. In reality, only he knew if he was doing it to get close to Maeve.

The doll stall was filled with all kinds of dolls, the rewards of the shooting game.

The bullets of the toy gun were made of plastic, so it was more difficult to hit the targets.

The couple next to them couldn't get the doll they wanted the most. The girl pinched the boy's arm hard.

The girl was unhappy. "Oh, come on. Can you just get one? For god's sake, you haven't even gotten one after ten tries! Look at them. They've got so many dolls!"

The boy looked embarrassed. "Ouch, baby, easy, easy. I'll get one for you immediately. Don't be angry."

Maeve was stunned. "Whoa, hold on. Isn't that too many? Are you going to take them back and give them away?"

The table in front of Byron was already filled with dolls that he had just won.

The stall owner's face was filled with sorrow, and his heart was broken.

Byron stopped and said to Maeve, "You didn't say which one you wanted. I'll win them all, so you can take whichever one you want."

Maeve couldn't believe her ears. "All... all of them are for me?"

Byron nodded. "Well, if you want."

Maeve's face turned red, and she whimpered in her heart. 'Hell, who can say no to such a man?

'If this continued, I would suspect he has fallen in love with me at first sight.

'No, don't be stupid. I must calm down. He's just apologizing for what happened at noon.

"The biggest illusion in the world is that he has feelings for me.'

Maeve calmed down. After some selection, she picked up a yellow chicken. It felt very good.

"I only want this one." Maeve carefully hugged the chicken. It felt so soft that her heart was about to melt. She smiled in satisfaction.

Byron's Adam's apple bobbed as he thought, 'A doll can make her so happy. But I want to give her more and better things." What should I do?'

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