The Heir's Secret Bride

"Wait, wait a moment, I'm coming Maeve's checks flushed red as she hurriedly tried to untangle her hair from the button of his shirt. But the more frantic she became, the less her fingers seemed to cooperate, and her scalp was pulled painfully. Byron furrowed his brow slightly and gently brushed her hands side. With his eyes lowered, he carefully untangled the strand of hair that was caught. Maeve dared not move, fearing she might disrupt his focus or hurt herself.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

After a few minutes of silence, she finally couldn't resist asking, "Are you still not done?"

"Why are you rushing me?" Byron replied coldly, "Did I ask it to get tangled?"

Maeve fell silent immediately. She thought, I guess it's my fault after all!

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, unable to suppress his confusion. He thought, 'Am I seeing this wrong? seems Mr. Mcdaniel is just playing with Ms. Reese's hair!

Byron's low voice finally broke the silence as the car approached the studio building, "All done."

Maeve heaved a heavy sigh of relief; it was finally over. If it had taken any longer, her neck would have been sore. She quickly straightened up and whispered her thanks to Byron.

Byron ignored her, his gaze fixed ahead as if he had reverted to treating her like she was invisible. Maeve bit her lip, feeling frustrated, and opened the door to exit. She had intended to say goodbye to him, but just as she steadied herself, the sleek Spyker accelerated away, leaving her behind.

Maeve stood there, her nose tingling once again. All she could do was repeatedly remind herself that there was no turning back and that she had to accept her choices.

Once inside the office, Paige handed Maeve the day's schedule. Ms. Reese, you have five appointments today. I've arranged two for the morning to avoid scheduling conflicts.

Maeve glanced through the schedule quickly and replied, "I got it. Thank you."

"There's one more thing. It seems our original fabric supplier has some complaints," Paige said, looking troubled. "We've already paid the deposit, but they keep delaying the shipment of the fabric."

"What's the reason?" Maeve asked, furrowing her brows. "Is it because of the new fabric we used at the exhibition?" After the exhibition, that aquamarine netting fabric suddenly became a sensation on major platforms overnight. People were even offering high prices to purchase it, but no channels were available. The fabric supplier might be considering something about this.

Paige nodded. "Exactly. It seems the fabric supplier isn't fully committed to us and has been looking for other partners. Plus, they seem interested in the new aquamarine netting, so..."

Most of the studio's progress would halt if the fabric issue weren't resolved. Maeve pressed her forehead, saying. "Please get in touch with the person in charge over there and see if he has time tonight. I want to invite him to dinner."

"Got it," Paige replied. After she left, Maeve found several reliable fabric suppliers and summarized their information. Dreamscape wasn't in the fast fashion design business; if they wanted to last, they couldn't afford to be careless about fabric quality. The current supplier offered the best quality among all companies. Unless necessary, Maeve preferred not to change suppliers.

The phone suddenly chimed twice. Maeve picked it up casually and saw a message from Jaylen

Jaylen: [I listened to you and took the medication on time.]

П А picture followed, and an empty medicine bowl took center stage while a corner captured his breakfast, which looked more substantial than the previous day's meal.

So much had transpired from yesterday to today, and this was likely the only thing that offered Marve comfort

Maeve: [I have to meet with a business partner tonight, so I can't join you for dinner. Make sure to take your medicine on time, and I'll check in with Daryl another day.] Jaylen: [Do you think I'm a child? Just go ahead and handle your business; I have things to take care of, too.]

Maeve was curious and replied: [What is it?]

Jaylen: [In a few days, grandpa's 80th birthday, and I'm thinking about what gift to prepare for him. What do you think?]

It stumped Maeve; she had never been particularly good at choosing gifts.

Jaylen: If you're free tomorrow, why don't you come with me to pick out a gift?)

Maeve sighed and replied: (Alright, but don't have too high expectations from me.]

Jaylen replied: [As long as you show off your identity as my fiancee, even if you give him a handful of weeds, Grandpa would still love it

Maeve replied with a smiley emoji, not knowing what to say.

As his fiancée, she felt obligated to accompany him to Charles's birthday celebration. However, given the

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between the Chatterly and Medaniel families, it was inevitable that members of the Mcdaniel family would also attend. Just thinking about that scenario made Maeve feel overwhelmed. In the evening, Maeve waited an hour at a Western restaurant on the seventeenth floor of the Pearl Tower downtown before the supplier's representative finally arrived.

"Ms. Reese, I'm sorry for being late. The traffic was terrible on the way here. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," the manager, Mr. Bennett, said as he approached, feigning concern "Not at all," Maeve replied with a faint smile. "Kleymond tends to get quite congested at this time, so I arrived half an hour carly."

Haley smiled, saying, "It's good for young people to exercise patience. Especially someone as successful as you, Ms. Reese; more patience is essential for fostering fruitful collaborations." Maeve didn't respond but instead handed over the menu. "Mr. Bennett, you've been stuck in traffic all evening; you must be hungry. Why don't we start by ordering some dishes?" "Since it's Ms. Reese is treating, but I won't hold back," Haley said after placing the order. "Let's get a few bottles of wine. You drink, right?"

"I'm allergic to alcohol, Marve replied, shaking her head. I'm afraid that might disappoint you, Mr. Bennett.

Haley frowned deliberately. "It's just a few drinks, what could go wrong? Ms. Reese, you wouldn't be looking down on me and intentionally trying to slight me, would you?" Maeve's smile faded as she responded, "Of course not. It's just a few drinks. Please hold on for a moment." With that, she pulled out her phone and made a call.

Haley immediately laughed; he said, "Ms. Reese, that's a bit inconsiderate, isn't it? Are you calling someone in to drink on your behalf?"

"No," Maeve replied calmly. "I'm calling an ambulance to wait outside the restaurant, just in case something happens when I

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drink."

Haley's expression stiffened, and he quickly waved his hand. "If you can't drink, then that's fine. There's no need to call an ambulance to have a meal. That's ruining the mood!"

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Maeve couldn't help but scoff inwardly, thinking. What a character.

After the dishes were served, Haley had a few drinks, and his speech became slurred. "Ms. Reese, I'm not trying to criticize, but

you still need to work on the social aspect. For example, you got that new type of fabric but didn't let us know about it. Collaborating for mutual benefit is the way to go; doesn't that seen unfair?" Maeve's lips curled slightly. "Mr. Bennett, I'm paying for the supplies, and I don't recall the contract stating that we need to share all resources, do you?"