The Heir's Secret Bride

Byron frowned and his voice gradually became cold, "Maeve, be rational. Don't be controlled by your emotions"

Rational

At this moment, he actually thought that she was irrational? He thought that she was controlled by her emotions and she was slandering Karen?

Maeve almost laughed. Her heart was filled with sorrow,

She rubbed the corners of her eyes and did not try to explain to him. Instead, she said, "Byron, do you know how long you've been missing? A whole week. You didn't show up when I was locked in Karen's dark, cold basement. You weren't there when Karen dragged my hair against the bars and my head was dovered in blood. I wanted to call you for help, but your phone would always be switched off."

Hearing this. Byron had some other emotions in his eyes.

Maeve swallowed the bitterness in his throat and looked up at Byron. She asked word by word. You weren't even there when I needed you the most. So, what right do you have to question me about this now?" Her heart bled with every word.

She had been waiting for him to come back, but this was the result.

Byron's complicated gaze landed on Maeve's pale face. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times as he recalled those photos

He said mockingly. "Do you really need me, or are you afraid that I'll continue to pursue the matter of Karen and change the topic?"

Maeve closed her eyes. All the strength in her body was sucked away in an instant. "You can go. I'm going to rest."

Byron glanced at her coldly. Without saying a word, he turned around and left without hesitation.

Just as he was about to step out of the ward, Maeve suddenly asked, "Where have you been all week?"

Byron stopped in his tracks. The aura around him was clearly different from before.

He was like a ferocious beast that was angered, emitting a dangerous and terrifying coldness.

His jawline tightened slightly. Without answering Maeve's question, he walked out of the ward.

The driver drove the car to the hospital

Byron sat in the back seat with his long legs crossed. He pressed his eyebrows in frustration. He looked gloomy and angry.

There was an open paper bag on the seat beside him.

A few photos slid out. Maeve and Alex were in the photos.

The two of them hugged each other intimately with smiles on their faces."

It was a real hug. The photos weren't processed and Byron didn't misunderstand

If Maeve had been here at that moment, she would definitely have recognized that it was the day she moved her legs in the room and fell to the ground because of a cramp. Bonnie was too weak to carry her, so she asked Alex to help her to the bed.

Because of the cramp in her legs, her facial expression was quite distorted when she moved. When she was photographed, it was as if she was smiling blissfully.

Byron glanced at the photos. His eyes were cold and filled with mockery.

He picked up the paper bag and threw the photo inside into the locker. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat "Archer."

"Mr. Mcdaniel. I'm here. Archer, who was in the front seat, turned around.

"Send the surveillance footage of Karen in the hospital to Jarrett and ask him to do a new identification, Byron said slowly. "Investigate the abandoned villa where Maeve was locked up and the people Karen contacted over the past few days. I want to know everything. Archer was stunned. "Mr. Mcdaniel, haven't we already investigated these?"

Karen had already left the police station. The whole thing should have ended.

Byron looked up indifferently and stared at him without saying a word.

"I'll immediately arrange for someone to re-investigate!" Archer's heart was filled with tears. It was another day of being forced to work overtime.

"Back to the office."

"Yes" Archer sighed in his heart.

No wonder Byron was the CEO at such a young age while he was still nothing.

He was abroad and had not slept for nearly a week. After learning that Maeve had had an accident, he had to rush back overnight to deal with the follow-up.

If it were anyone else, they would have collapsed long ago. But Byron didn't rest at all. He chose to go back to work in the company.

Was he really a human?

The ward was so quiet that not a single sound could be heard.

Maeve was still in her emotions just now. She sat there for a long time without moving.

She originally had a lot of questions to ask Byron.

Howeyer, when he subconsciously defended Karen, she suddenly realized that there was no need.

So what if Karen sent someone to impersonate his bodyguard or even someone to impersonate him?

He could only see Karen's grievances and would not pursue everything Karen had done.

Even if she was almost killed by Karen, he didn't care.

t of his sweetheart, what was she worth?

In front of

Maeve could not help but laugh. Her voice became lower and lower. It was as if there was something stuck in her throat. She could not swallow it or spit it out. Perhaps Byron did care about her a little. It was just that that little bit of care was not insignificant compared to Karen, whom he held in his heart

The night outside the window was getting darker and darker. Other than a few sporadic lights, nothing else could be seen.

Under the wall lamp, Maeve bent over the table and edited Fiora's design drawings. She was serious.

She did not like to be immersed in negative emotions all the time. Only by doing imagination run wild. thething could she not let her

After drawing for two days and two nights, Maeve sorted out all the design drafts and sent them to Fiora

Fiora: [Why are there 15 design drafts? I remember that I only ordered three sets of gowns.]

Maeve: [Yes. But the state banquet is approaching and your gown design draft hasn't been completed. The production might be delayed and you might lose the chance to shine on the banquet.]

Maeve: [So I drew five different design drafts for each gown for you to choose from.]

Fiora still wanted to pick on Maeve, but after flipping through these design drafts, she had already maximized her requirements. There were no more thorns to pick on

More importantly, Maeve was right. There was only one month left before the state banquet began.

Fiora: It's barely acceptable. I want these.]Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Maeve sent a smiling emoji: (I'm sorry, according to the contract, you can only choose three of them. Please decide before noon and give me an answer.] Flora: [...]

Did Maeve send some many over to tempt her

Maeve could not feel Fiora's madness. She was in the hospital, but her heart was focused on work.

The fabric of the gown this time was more particular. It had to match Fiora's gems.

She compared many styles before choosing them to ensure that the fabric and the gems would not steal each other's limelight.

It was a high-grade fabric from overseas, and it would take a few days to fly it by air.

After Fiora chose the design, Maeve immediately ordered fabrics, accessories, handmade lace, and other items.

On the day the goods arrived, she finally couldn't help but be discharged from the hospital. Bonnie had something on and did not come, but she asked Alex to pick her up from the hospital. However, when Maeve came downstairs, she immediately saw the black Rolls- Royce parked there. Behind the half-lowered car window was a handsome face. His dark eyes were fixed on her face