The Heir's Secret Bride



Maeve pursed her lips and slowly turned around to take off her shirt.

When Byron saw the dark red skin on her back, his eyes darkened. "Do you need me to take a photo of you to see how serious your back is?" he asked.

He forgot about applying the ointment. She was also careless enough not to remember.

From his words, Maeve knew that the burn on her back had not healed. It might even be worse. She was stunned for a few seconds and said, "I clearly don't feel any pain anymore..."

"A fool's senses are often weaker than an ordinary person's," Byron said.

Byron lowered his eyes when he saw that she did not say anything. He did not say anymore and squeezed out some ointment to apply to her wound.

The ointment was cold, a stark contrast to his warm fingertips.

The two temperatures appeared on Maeve's back at the same time, causing her body to subconsciously tense up. She bit her lower lip.

However, he took his time and applied the ointment much slower than last time. The itch was even more obvious.

Maeve felt that something was wrong, but she could not put her finger on it.

After finally finishing the ointment, she jumped up from the sofa and did not even dare to look at Byron's face. She said, "I... I'm going back to my room!" Looking at her fleeing back, Byron smiled and put the ointment back in its original place.

*****

For the next few days, Maeve was busy making clothes. She had gone to several shops just to choose the materials.

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In the blink of an eye, it was already the weekend.

Just as they arrived at the entrance of Maeve's house, Byron received Archer's call.

He guessed that he had something to report at work, so he asked Maeve to bring the gift up first without waiting for him.

Maeve thought that it was his boss calling and muttered in her heart, 'His boss is a good person. But he is quite rude when it comes to squeezing people dry. There is no room for rest on a Saturday!'

Maeve had no choice but to pick up the gift in the backseat and said, "Then answer the phone. I'll go up first."

Byron nodded slightly. "Yes, it won't be long." Only then did Maeve leave in peace.

After the call was connected, Archer's voice came from the other end. "Mr. Mcdaniel, I just received news that there's a problem with the land in the south of the city..." Byron frowned slowly and said, "Explain clearly."

"Okay."

Upstairs, at the Reese family.

When Valda saw that only Maeve came in with gifts, the smile on her face widened. "Hi, Maeve. It's almost time for dinner. Where's Byron? Can't he come this time?" she said.

"He's making a call downstairs. He'll come up later." Maeve put down the things and explained on Byron's behalf, "He couldn't come last time because he was busy on something. He won't break his appointment this time."

Valda smiled and did not take it seriously. "Let's go eat first. Scott has invited someone over," she said.

Maeve frowned and suddenly had a bad feeling. When she walked to the dining room, she saw the person sitting next to Scott was Jeff.

"I heard that you came home with your husband today, so I came over to take a look." Jeff placed his hand on the table and smiled smugly at Maeve. "Why, are you alone again? Why didn't your husband accompany you? Both times you came back, you were alone." Hearing his ridicule, Maeve's eyes turned cold. She said, "Jeff, can you stop haunting me?"

Jeff said, "I'm just concerned about you. After all, you dated me before. Can't I be concerned about your marriage?"

"Don't need to. Don't you even feel like one of those gossipy sluts?" Maeve said.

Scott pulled a long face and said, "How can you say that?"

Valda quickly came over and pushed Maeve. She said, "What are you talking about? Jeff is a guest. Sit down and eat." Maeve did not sit beside Jeff. Instead, she chose a seat far away from him so that she would not be unable to eat.

Valda still wanted to say something, but when she heard the doorbell ring, she could only open the door first.

When Jeff saw Maeve's actions, he mocked, "Maeve, when are you going to stop pretending? I've already seen through the fake marriage. I think your husband is fake. Why don't you get back together with me...

"Who says I am fake?" A low and clear voice suddenly sounded, carrying a coldness that directly interrupted Jeff's mockery.

Jeff and Scott were stunned.

Maeve's eyes lit up as she turned around and saw Byron walking into the dining room with the remaining gifts. She smiled and asked, "Have you finished your call?"

"Yes." Byron handed the gifts to Valda. After a pause, he raised his hand and touched the top of Maeve's head. "I'm a little late. Sorry."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Scott, who was sitting at the head of the table. His eyes were cold. "Hello, Scott. I'm Maeve's husband, Byron Mcdaniel." Scott's eyelids twitched when Byron's sharp gaze landed on him.

He thought, "This driver... Why doesn't he look like a driver? His aura is too strong. It is even stronger than Nestor.' He forced a smile and said, "Hello, Byron. Sit down." "Alright." Byron sat down calmly.

Scott thought that Byron would at least say something to please him, but he did not expect him to be so cold. Byron did not even say anything unnecessary. Scott was immediately unhappy.

He thought, 'No matter how handsome he is, what is the use of having a strong aura? Isn't he a driver? He doesn't even know how to flatter me!'

"What are you waiting for? Bring him another plate and fork." Scott vented his anger with Valda.

Valda recovered from the shock of seeing Byron and replied, "Alright, I'll go now."

Other than Scott, Jeff was also unhappy. Ever since Byron appeared, the gloominess in his eyes had never decreased. Jeff stared fixedly at him.

Jeff would never forget Byron who broke his arm and embarrassed him in front of Maeve.

"I wonder what kind of work Mr. Mcdaniel is doing now? How's your monthly salary? Do you have a car and a house?" Jeff began to make things difficult.

Maeve frowned and thought, 'Is there something wrong with him?'

Meanwhile, Byron did not even look at him. He turned to look at Maeve and said, "Who is he?"

Jeff's face turned green.

Maeve held back her laughter and replied, "I don't know. He came to my house to freeload."

"Oh." Byron's voice was calm. He did not even bother to look at Jeff.

Jeff was very angry and said, "Mr. Mcdaniel, you are quite arrogant. You must be quite capable, right? I wonder how much you can give them a month? 20 thousand dollars?" Scott and Valda immediately looked at Byron. Byron still looked at Maeve and asked, "What do you think?"

"No need." Maeve shook her head and said, "My dad has a job and he can take care of my mom. In the future, Horace will take care of them. It's not our place to worry!"