The Heir's Secret Bride

Byron didn't take the phone from Maeve. Instead, he took a book written in Latarian and sat on the sofa, saying casually, "Help me set one." Maeve was stunned. "You want me to do it? Aren't you afraid I'll spy on your phone?"

Byron flipped through the book and said calmly. "Do it and 11 punish you dearly."

Maeve was speechless. She wanted to throw his phone at him but restrained herself. "What numbers do you like?"

"Ive got no preferences."

"What about your birdays."

When is it?"

"I never celebrate

Maeve fell silent again.

If Byron's expression weren't calm and he didn't look like he was joking. Maeve would have suspected he was making fun of her. But on second thought, he did not live with his parents since young. It was very likely that he did not celebrate his birthday. Maeve frowned and thought hard. She suddenly remembered something that Bonnie had done before, spelling things out on a number pad. 'T'll use that,' she thought After she did, she said, "Mr. Mcdaniel, I've set it up for you. The password is 436838"

looked at her in confusion. 'Is there a special meaning to these numbers?"

Byron looked

"No." Maeve pretended to be calm. "It's just easy to remember." She wanted it to be a secret.

"Okay. Byron slowly looked away and asked casually, "Did you meet Karen outside just now?"

Maeve placed Byron's phone on the table and thought for a moment before saying, "Yes, I bumped into her by accident. Does she know someone who is hospitalized?" Karen was not wearing a hospital gown. It did not seem like she was sick and hospitalized.

Byron nodded. "Her father had a sudden cerebral infarction last Friday night and was sent to this hospital for emergency

treatment.

'Last Friday night. Wasn't that the day before we agreed to go to my family's place for dinner?

Methought of something. "You were there too?"

Maeve

"Why else would I be missing? I didn't even call you." Byron's voice was low. "I wanted to tell you to postpone the meal but Patrick's

y had just ended, so I didn't have time."

Maeve was stunned. She wondered if Byron had just explained to her. She remembered how she had waited all day, and how worried and disappointed she was. Her resentment suddenly decreased by a lot. Since Byron lived in the Booth family's residence since young, he probably considered Patrick his family. It was natural for him not to be able to leave since his family was hospitalized with a cerebral infarction. If he had told her then, she would have understood.

However, Karen's call had led to a misunderstanding. Maeve thought he and Karen were on a date, and that was why he missed the appointment.

94% Maeve lowered her eyes and said softly, "Mr. Mcdaniel, next time something like this happens, can you at least send me a message? I know you were very anxious back then but I called you many times that day and you didn't answer. I thought something had happened to It wasn't a pleasant feeling for Maeve

you.

Byron suddenly looked up at Maeve's quiet face. "You called me many times? Not just once?"

Maeve was puzzled. "No way. I'd been calling you since morning that day, but no one picked up."

Byron's expression darkened gradually. His phone had been on silent that day so he did not know if she had called. But Maeve had no reason to lie to him about such a trivial matter. There was only one possibility left. Karen had erased the record of Maeve's calls.

A cold look flashed across Byron's eyes. When he saw Maeve's stunned expression, he felt suffocated. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he said in a deep voice, Tm sorry"

Maeve's shoulders trembled slightly. The grievances and resentment she had suppressed that day seemed to have returned. Tears welled up in her eyes.

She forcibly held her tears back and pretended to be calm as she said, 'Mr. Mcdaniel, sometimes an apology simply isn't enough."

Maeve was no longer angry. She just wanted d to take advantage of of Byron and try to get him to buy drinks for her for a week.

Unexpectedly, Byron got up from the sofa and walked over to her. He picked up the phone on the table and fidgeted with it, ignoring her.

Maeve was stunned. She thought, 'He's

e's not even going to buy drinks for me this time?

Just as she was feeling depressed, Byron's phone suddenly appeared in front of her. He said slowly, "Put in your fingerprint

"W-why?" Maeve's heart skipped a beat. She wondered if he knew what this meant.

Even if they were a couple, not everyone was willing to share their fingerprint password so that their partners could check their phones. Everyone needed privacy. Maeve didn't expect Byron to do this. Byron's dark eyes met hers. "Didn't you want to look at my phone just now? Now, you can look through it whenever you

want." want.

Maeve's heart was pounded loudly. Her palms were covered in sweat.

Byron's gaze was turbulent like an undercurrent from the bottom of the sea. After looking at him for a long time, she seemed to fall deeper in love with him.

Maeve lowered her eyes in a panic and bit her lip as she entered her fingerprints into his phone. Since he had said so, if she looked through his phone next time, he couldn't punish her.

With that in mind, Maeve said confidently, "Can I look through it now?"

Byron answered lazily, "If you like."

Maeve boldly browsed his phone records. However, she realized that there was only one record of the dozens of calls she had made to him that day. His WhatsApp history was even more ridiculous. There was no sign of the messages she had sent him. Since Byron showed it to her, it meant he didn't do it.

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Maeve thought of Karen. That was the only possibility. She thought, 'Did Karen not like it because I kept messaging Mr. Mcdaniel? Is that why she deleted all my calls and messages?" Maeve frowned and stopped thinking about that. She opened the photo album on his phone. There were only a few photos of documents. Even then, there were pitifully few of them.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, don't you usually take selfies or landscape photos Maeve found it strange. With Byron's impeccable face, it would be a waste of his looks not to take a selfie. Byron replied, "Why would I do something so boring?"

Maeve was

speechless. By his definition, she was the boring one

Maeve was about to exit the photo album when she realized there seemed to be a person in the last photo that would have been easily overlooked. It was of Karen, who was holding a cup of coffee and standing there with a gentle smile. The photograph was taken a little far away, Karen didn't look at the camera either. It seemed like the photo was taken secretly. Maeve's

s heart suddenly ached as if it had been doused with cold water. Byron, who didn't seem interested in taking photos at all, would secretly take photos of others too. The photograph was taken six months ago. He was probably dating Karen then. Maeve pursed her lips and pretended not to see the photo. After exiting, she returned the phone to Byron. "You're done?" Byron asked.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"Yeah," Maeve said.

Byron's thin lips curled up. He lowered his gaze and asked, "You know, since I let you input your fingerprints into my phone, shouldn't you let me do the same for yours?"

Maeve thought of the backup drawings in her photo album, as well as the wilder and more explicit style and form, and immediately hesitated. If Byron accidentally saw them, she would die from embarrassment.