The Heir's Secret Bride

"In terms of family background, ability, and feelings for you, how can she compare to me?" At the end of the questioning, Karen's voice became hoarse. It was filled with unwillingness and resentment. She was unwilling to accept that someone like Maeve could get the man she had admired for a long time. She even blamed Gilbert for objecting to her relationship with Byron in the first place.

She thought that since her father was indebted to Byron, she was the most qualified to marry Byron.

"I've warned you from

om the very beginning," Byron said slowly her.

His eyes were calm and emotionless. "Maeve is mine."

Even if Maeve were his pet, he wouldn't allow anyone to

Karen could not believe what she was hearing and completely lost her rationality. "Are you sure Maeve is yours? She's clearly having an affair with Alex, and you don't care?" Hearing this, Byron narrowed his eyes. "Did you get someone to take those photos?"

He now figured out why it was so coincidental that it was delivered to him when he returned to the country.

Karen yelled, "I just don't want you to be deceived by this flirtatious woman!"

"Mind your own business." As soon as Byron finished speaking, he hung up the phone and looked up at the French window.

When he saw Maeve pick up a piece of paper from under the sofa, his expression suddenly became nervous. He turned around and walked quickly to the couch.

Maeve had already finished reading the contents of the paper.

It was a test report.

The blood from her wound and the ointment prescribed by the hospital were tested.

The results showed that there was no problem with the ointment.

There was poison in her wound, which wasn't caused by a bacterial infection.

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who caused the wound on her face was Karen.

Maeve looked up in a daze and met Byron's gaze.

a few seconds of silence, she asked, "I was clearly poisoned. Why did you lie to me that it was a bacterial infection?"

After a

"It's not good for you to know too much." Byron reached out and took the test results from her hand. His tone was gentle. "It will take at least a week for the doctor to help you treat this wound. As for the rest, don't think too much about it." Maeve asked, "Don't you have anything to explain to me?"

Byron stared at her for a few seconds and said in a deep voice, "Get some rest."

With that, he walked past Maeve and walked out of the room.

The hope in Maeve's eyes was extinguished bit by bit until it disappeared into nothingness.

She thought, 'As expected, he knows who poisoned me, but he still chose to cover up for Karen.

'It turns out that he did not hring me here to let the doctor treat my face for

'I can't believe that Byron still kissed me while he's still in love with Karen.

my

sake.

'He's made my imagination run wild, but he just walks away at any time. That's so unfair.

Maeve laughed self-deprecatingly. She propped herself up on the couch and walked to the bed before she rolled herself into the blanket and fell asleep.

After tossing and turning for a few hours, she finally fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, she felt the wound on her cheek itchy and hot. She couldn't help but scratch it.

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this s moment, a tall shadow stood by the bed and pressed down on her hand.

Byron turned on a wall lamp and looked at Maeve's cheek.

The wound was red and slightly purple, a sign that the poison had begun to spread.

had said.

It was just as Anthony had

As long as Maeve was agitated or exercising strenuously, the poison that was not expelled from her body would slowly spread from the injured to all parts of her body. frowned and thought that he shouldn't have brought the test results back.

To Maeve's face was itchy. Her wrist that was held by him kept moving around, trying to scratch the wound.

The

circled her wrists with one hand. Then, he unscrewed a box of ointment and slowly applied it to her wound.

refreshing fragrance smelled nice.

The prickly itchiness in her wound eased, and Maeve's tightly knitted brows gradually relaxed. She rubbed against the pillow and fell asleep peacefully. look and

and chuckled.

He muttered, "You look ook like a a green

Byron looked at her innocent look gumell on her face last night. When she woke up the next morning, she realized that it was just an illusion since she couldn't feel it any longer.

Maeve felt t

felt that there was a very cool

She washed up and went downstairs. After breakfast, she hitched a ride to the office with Byron. She did not say a word to him the entire time.

Even her seat was on the farthest side from him.

When Byron saw this scene from the corner of his eye, his hand that was swiping the iPad paused slightly. He said calmly, "Your wound hasn't healed yet. Why are you in a hurry to go back to work?" "As a designer, I don't rely on my face to make a living," Maeve replied lightly.

She could rest for so many days because the designers in her company did not need to clock in on time. They just needed to complete their work before the deadline.

However, when it came to the process of making clothes, it had to be completed in the company.

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"The doctor will come and apply medicine to your face twice a day." Byron's expression did not change.

Under normal circumstances, Maeve might have been happy with his thoughtfulness.

But now, she couldn't be happy. She casually nodded and didn't say anything else.

This silence lasted during the ride.

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When they were about to reach the company building, Maeve asked the chauffeur to stop the car at the intersection and walked over.

Byron's dark eyes were slightly gloomy as he mocked, "What's this for? Are you afraid that others will find out about our relationship?"

He was thinking, 'She's actually learned to avoid arousing suspicion. Is she that afraid of being spotted by that gigolo?'

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Maeve could hear the mockery in his words. She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him. "What's there to be afraid of? You're my uncle, so what's wrong with you sending me to work?" With that, she picked up her bag, got out of the car, and left.

Byron was speechless and wondered, 'She's so heartless. I should not have helped her apply the medicine last night.'

As soon as Maeve arrived at the company, she was called over by Leah.

Leah said, "I heard from Mr. Brown that Trend Style Magazine's editor-in-chief invited you for an exclusive interview, but the news I received yesterday was that they've replaced you as the guest. What happened?" Maeve was stunned. She recalled Linds's disappointed and aloof tone on the phone that day and felt uncomfortable. Maeve answered, "Something happened that day and I couldn't rush over. I missed this opportunity." Leah was quite e disappointed. "Ho I silent.

Maeve looked down and remained could you even miss such a good opportunity? Are you that unlucky? You really need to work on your luck."

"It's one thing for them to replace you as their guest, but they invited a designer from Finesse Bloom." Leah held her forehead and looked troubled.

Maeve came back to her senses. "Finesse Bloom? That famous design company that was founded two years ago? Does it have a grudge with our company?"

Leah

answered, "Yeah. There's been a grudge between the two companies since a long time ago. In the early stages of Finesse Bloom's founding, they poached our company's design team and held a fashion exhibition before us. They plagiarized our designs and caused us to suffer heavy losses." Maeve's eyes were filled with confusion after she heard what Leah said. "With Eternal Hope's status in the industry, it should've been able to deal with a newly established company, right?"

Leah thought that Maeve was too innocent. "That's because the founder of Finesse Bloom is not an ordinary person. She has a powerful background."

Maeve asked, "Who is it?"

Leah said, "The daughter of the Booth family. I heard that she's the secretary of the Mcdaniel Group's CEO. In short, her background is not ordinary."