The Heir's Secret Bride

Byron glanced at him, quickly seeing through his thoughts. Leaning lazily against the sofa, he remarked, "Even if you try a few more times, you still won't win."

Ray turned his head and shouted, "Hey, Mae! Did you hear that? Come over here!"

Maeve walked over to the room divider and looked around. She hitially thought about sitting beside Byron, but remembering his dismissive tone earlier, she figured he would want her beside him. After considering her options, she chose to sit in the empty spot next to Ray, placing herself directly across from Byron.

Seeing this scene, Ray raised an eyebrow in surprise, thinking, 'What's going on here? Did they fight? Before he could figure it out, he suddenly felt a sharp, icy gaze directed at him.

He felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Byron, thinking, 'Come on, it's your wife who chose that seat. Why are you glaring at me?

Byron coolly shifted his gaze away, an air of icy indifference surrounding him.

"Hey, Mae, have you ever played cards before?" Ray turned to ask Maeve.

Maeve shook her head and replied, "I've never played before; I don't understand it."

"I see. Then it might be a bit unfair for us to play cards with you Ray said, thinking for a moment. "How about we do something else instead so you can feel included?"

"What should we play?" Maeve asked.

Ray grabbed two new decks of cards, picked out the ones he wanted, and shuffled them. "So, I've got a deck here with only cards numbered one to seven, plus two wildcards. When I deal with the cards, whoever gets the big wildcard can make the small wildcard choose between truth or dare. Sound good?"

Someone nearby immediately scoffed at him, saying, "Seriously! How outdated are you? Who still plays that?"

'Seriously? You expect a bunch of grown men to play truth or dare?"

Ray raised his hand and said, "Hey, who cares about your feelings, you bunch of single guys? The main thing is whether Mae has fun, right? How about a little manners here?" The others, seeing the logic in his words, fell silent.

"Are we keeping the same stakes?" someone asked.

"If you guys get the big wildcard and I get the small one, I'll even let you make me kiss a pillar!" Ray declared boldly.

The others immediately rubbed their hands together, planning to make him kiss every pillar in the restaurant. Seeing their enthusiasm, Maeve suddenly felt like she had fallen into a den of wolves. Her luck with cards was usually pretty good, she hoped she wouldn't have to kiss a pillar.

As the first round began, Maeve picked up her card and nearly turned pale upon seeing the image of the small wildcard. She thought, "How could this happen? Has my luck just abandoned me?"

At that moment, Ray shouted, "Who got the big wildcard in the first round? Who else? Where's the small one?"

Maeve raised her hand and said, "It's me...

Byron furrowed his brow slightly, and the card in his hand bent with a crease.

"It looks like Mae is not very lucky." Ray said smugly. "Truth or dare?"

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During college, Maeve had heen busy with part-time jobs and had only heard girls chatting about this game during breaks, never having played it herself. She could only guess its nature from the name. After thinking momentarily, she said, "Tll go with the truth." Ray cunningly asked two questions, "When did you have your first kiss, and who was it with!"

"Woo-hoo!" The others immediately began to tease and cheer.

Maeve felt her ears burning and instinctively glanced at Byron across from her. She pointed at him and stammered, "W- With him, on a rainy night."

The first time they met, he had taken her first kiss. Just moments before, she had saved him, only for him to repay her by taking advantage of her immediately. Even after all this time, Maeve still remembered it clearly. Byron also remembered it, and the coldness in his expression eased slightly.

"Woo-hoo!!"

"Kissing in the rain? That's romantic, Byron!"

"No wonder you managed to win over such a beautiful wife-teach us single guys your tricks!" Their hooting grew louder like they were about to blow the roof off the private room.

Maeve's face flushed, and her gaze darted around the room, not daring to look at Byron to see his reaction. He was probably embarrassed, too. After all, they had just "broken up yesterday.

The second round began, and after just drawing the small wildcard in the first round, Maeve thought there was no way she could be that unlucky twice in a row. However, her heart sank when she saw the familiar card in her hand. She thought, Why is it me again?" While Ray was disappointed he didn't get the big wildcard, he said, "Come on, show your cards! Don't keep the big and small wildcards hidden."

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"Mae, hurry up! Truth or dare!" Ray urged eagerly, clearly enjoying the drama.

With a blank expression, Maeve responded, "Truth."

Byron toyed with the wildcard in his hand for a moment before asking in a deep voice, "Do you like me or Jaylen Chatterly?

Maeve was momentarily taken aback but quickly regained her composure. With a clever twist, she replied, "Compared to Jaylen, Will likes you more."

Since his question didn't specify a subject, she could refer to anyone. A hint of annoyance flickered in Byron's eyes as soon as she said that. He thought, Is she avoiding my question because she feels guilty?"

In the third and fourth rounds, Maeve was fortunate not to draw the small wildcard, and in the fifth round, she even managed to get the big wildcard.

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Seeing the small wildcard in Byron's hand, Maeve seized the opportunity and immediately asked the question she had held onto for so long. "Who was your first love!" After waiting all night, she finally got the chance to ask. She felt like she would burst if she didn't bring it To her surprise, Byron looked straight at her and replied, "Not my first love, just the first person I had feelings for."

The answer stung even more than mentioning a first love. "Say the name," Marve said flatly. "Don't act like you can't handle it She thought, First person you had feelings for? That's a first love. 0097%0

Byron thought brielly and replied, "I don't know her name."

Maeve furrowed her brows, doubting that he was telling the truth. She thought, 'How can you remember the first person you had feelings for but not their name? Is that even possible?'

She wanted to ask more, but since she could only ask one question each time, she had to hold off for now. When she drew the big wildcard again in the seventh round. Maeve launched another question at Byron. "How did you meet your first love?" "In college, I fainted in front of her due to low blood sugar, and ended up using up all her pocket money for the day," he replied.

Seeing how effortlessly he recalled the details of that moment, Maeve felt sour, as if she had eaten a lemon. She reassured herself, Tm fine, I'm fine. So what if it was his first love? Everyone has one, right? But mine was him! What a jerk!"

Maeve wanted to draw the big wildcard again to pry more information from Byron, but since the seventh round started, her luck seemed to have vanished completely. Her card luck was so terrible that she began questioning her existence. "Are you not rigging this?" Maeve turned to Ray and asked. She thought, Why is it me again and again and again with the small wildcard?'

Ray innocently shrugged his shoulders and replied. "With so many eyes watching, would I dare?" Though deep down, he really would dare, chuckling to himself.