The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve was stunned for a moment. She vaguely heard Karen crying.

Just as she looked at Byron, she saw him get up from the bed and comfort Karen gently, saying, "Tll go over now. Don't be antsy"

After he hung up and changed his clothes, Maeve asked softly. "Are you going out now? What happened?"

Byron hesitated for a moment. Recalling that Maeve had been jealous of Karen and had been at odds with him for a long while, he said, "Something urgent came up. I have to deal with it Go to sleep first. Don't wait for me." "I see." Ma e." Maeve lowered her gaze. "It's already so late. Can't you go tomorrow?" She thought, 'Can you not go to meet Karen?'

Byron thought she did not want to sleep alone, so his thin lips curled up slightly. He then leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Why? You've turned into a kid who needs me to accompany you even when you want to sleep, huh? I'll try to come back as soon as I can, okay?"

With that stid, he picked up his coat and hurriedly left the room.

Maeve sat on the bed and watched him leave without stopping. She looked as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on her head, and she felt cold all over.

The infatuation and hesitation that had built up earlier suddenly collapsed.

She had never known before that childhood friends could be so frightening in the sense of posing a threat to one's romantic relationship.

Even though they had just embraced and exchanged body warmth moments ago, and could even take things further, a single phone call could make him leave her without hesitation to be with Karen.

She initially thought she did not pale in comparison to Karen, but only now did she realize how much she fell short compared to Karen. This was because the person

who was left behind at this moment was not Karen, but her.

She

Maeve curled her lips. At this moment, she only felt that she was truly foolish for briefly entertaining the idea of not wanting a divorce earlier. thought. "No wonder people say the biggest illusion in life is thinking that the person you like also likes you. I mistook his actions of fulfilling normal physical desires as affection for me, forgetting that what a man says in bed can't be trusted. not the entire night.

She

When she got up from bed in the morning, Byron still hadn't come back. She thought,

Last night, he said

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he would come back early. Sure enough, it's a lie. Maeve changed her clothes and went downstairs to have breakfast with Gilbert.

Gilbert clearly did not know that Byron had gone out last night. He asked, "Is Byron still sleeping in?* Nope," Maeve said with a smile. "Something cropped up at the company. He went out very early." looked disapproving. "There will always be more work to be done, no matter how much is completed. If he has to oversee everything, what are so many employees in the company for? Maeve, keep an eye on him regularly. Make sure he 08:15 Mooked 08:15 Mon, Mon, Oct 21

balances work and rest."

"Don't worry. I will."

Only then did Gilbert smile. He dropped Maeve a hint. "My heal is declining day by day. If I could see my great-grandchild before I kick the bucket, then I would have nothing more to worry about." He heard from the maid that Byron and Maeve made quite a noise in the bedroom last night.

This made him want to have a great-grandchild.

Maeve almost choked on her milk. Her cheeks flushed. "Gilbert, you will definitely live to a ripe old age."

"It's not realistic to hope for that. Maeve, you and Byron have to work hard. I'm looking forward to it."

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for words. She lowered her head and ate her oatmeal, not daring to reply.

After thinking about it f

t it for the entire night, she was even more determined to get a divorce.

Gilbert'

She thought, 'Perhaps it's fated that I'll disappoint

"Mr. Mcdaniel, Jason is here," the maid said as she walked into the dining room before respectfully stepping aside.

A middle-aged man in a dark brown suede suit walked over. His face revealed the maturity and composure that had accumulated over the years,

His swept across Maeve, giving off a very dignified vibe.

His gaze

Maeve tightened her grip on the fork, feeling that the way this person looked at her was as if he was assessing whether an object was valuable, which made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable. Jason retracted his gaze and looked at Gilbert, saying gently, "Good morning, Dad. I'm here to bother you."

"Mm, Gilbert replied indifferently. "Let's talk after breakfast."

"Alright. Take your time eating

Gilbert looked at Maeve again and said kindly, "Maeve, I don't know what you like to eat. This was all prepared by the chef on a whim. Please let them know your preferences later. You'll be able to have it next time you come." Maeve glanced at the overly sumptuous breakfast in front of her and quickly shook her head.

"Gilbert, I'm not picky about food. I don't have any fixed preferences. I can eat anything."

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That won't do. It's not like I don't have the means. Besides, I want you to come over often to teach me how to grow vegetables."

Maeve smiled. "If you miss me in the future, give me a call, and il come over."

Gilbert was so happy that he laughed. "Byron might not agree then I had better not get in the way of you two spending time together for intimate moments."

He thought, "That will save them the trouble of having to even wait when I'm not around to sneak kisses despite only. wanting to give each other a little kiss."

Maeve's

sears flushed again. She drank her milk and stopped talking.

Jason gave her a few thoughtful glances.

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After

breakfast, Gilbert went upstairs to talk to Jason.

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"Dad. Maeve's family background is too average, Jason said in a serious voice. "She doesn't offer any benefit to Byron and the corporation. I think it's better to separate them as soon as possible." Gilbert's expression darkened as he said, "You hardly raised Byrtin. You don't have to worry about his marriage."

"Are you just going to watch him be dragged down by such a woman then?" Jason frowned. "Do you know that she and the youngest son of Graves Group still have lingering feelings for each other even after breaking up and that they even had dinner together recently? A woman like her can't be a part of our family. She'll only end up being a huge burden to Byron in the future."

Gilbert said. "That's between the two of them. They can handle it themselves. As an elder, why are you interfering?"

Jason looked up. "As long as you don't interfere with Neville going overseas, I'll pretend that I didn't hear about this. How about that?"

"So

here just to negotiate with me today and even want to use Maeve as a bargaining chip, huh?" Gilbert laughed out of anger. "You know very well what Neville has done, and you still want to cover for him?"

He thought. Even when his own son was hospitalized, he wasn't this anxious. Now he's using the matter with Macve's parents to negotiate with me.

Gilbert slammed his walking stick heavily onto the ground. "I think you're just like your wife. You're both muddle-headed."

Jason was silent for a moment. "I don't mean that. I just want him to contínue staying in the country as a means for Byron to grow and improve."

"You didn't consider Byron's feelings, huh?"

"To be a competent leader, he must learn to be hard-hearted. Otherwise, how can he lead Mcdaniel Group to greater heights? A ship that can't withstand storms will capsize sooner or later. I'm just toughening him up." Gilbert was extremely enraged.

He thought, 'He failed me, and I'm so pissed off with him!

Maeve had been in the garden for a while. She then saw the maid suddenly running over anxiously, telling her to go upstairs.

'Mr. Mcdaniel is throwing a tantrum, the maid thought. 'Maeve is the only one who can calm him down.

Upon hearing that Maeve quickly put down what she was holding and ran upstairs.

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When she reached the door of the master bedroom, she happened to hear a voice coming from inside. "I won't pursue

Lo divorce." Maeve's past actions any further, but as the daughter-in-law of the Mcdaniel family's heir, she's not up to par at all. Sooner or later, you'll appreciate the heartfelt thoughts behind my insistence to separate them, and you will get the