The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve was stunned for a moment. When she snapped out of he thoughts, Maura and her boyfriend had already knelt in front of her, frantically apologizing and looking quite distressed I don't accept your apology," Maeve said emotionlessly. "You'd better remember this lesson"

She thought, I'm not stupid. If Byron hadn't shown up just now, it might have been forced to drink a whole bottle of alcohol. Maura knows I'll have rashes after drinking much alcohol, yet she still deliberately insisted I down a bottle. There's no way I'd be overly compassionate and and say I'd I'd forgive them. A faint sense of amusement appeared in Byron's eyes. He thought, I knew it. This little sheep is not to be trifled with

"Maeve, come here," he said with keen interest.

Maeve instinctively wanted to walk toward him, but fer rationality suppressed this intention in time. Ignoring him, she turned around and left through the back door of the private rooth. Byron squinted and followed.

Ethan did not leave. He looked at Maura and her boyfriend, who was lying on the floor like two dead dogs, and said with at smile, "You've really got guts, huh? You even dare to offend the CEO of Mcdaniel Group. Want to end up in hot water, huh? From today onward, you're on the hotel's blacklist. Don't let me see you again." With that said, he went out

These words were like a huge rock thrown into the sea, setting off a storm of emotional impact in everyone's hearts.

Lily and Zoe's expressions were the most distressed. They wished they could go back in time and retract those sarcastic words about Maeve.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Th-the

CEO

of Mcdaniel Group... Is it the Mcdaniel Group I have in mind?"

"No wonder even Mr. Riley is so afraid of him. His presence seems so terrifying...

Maura muttered, "No way. No way! Maeve's husband is a poor driver. There's no way he could be a CEO. No way."

Maura's boyfriend couldn't tolerate it anymore. He slapped her and said, "Shut up! If you hadn't been a blabbermouth carlier, I wouldn't have thoroughly offended Mr. Mcdaniel and as wife."

"You hit me?" Maura covered her face in disbelief.

yes, it's you, b****h, that I'm hitting." His expression was contorted. "I must have been lacking in judgment to fall for you. Let's break up. Don't contact me again."

Maura was instantly shocked. She sat on the floor for a long while, unable to snap out of her thoughts.

In the corridor, Evan said, "Maeve, wait up!"

Maeve turned around and was a little surprised to see Evan chasing after her. "Evan?" she said. "What's the matter?"

"Did you marry your current husband willingly?" Evan scratched his head. "With your qualities, finding someone better as possible. Why did you..."

Maeve said indifferently, "Sorry. This is my personal matter."

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"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." Evan's face got increasingly flushed. I'm just a little worried about you as I saw how harsh your husband was earlier. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me for help anytime..." "It's not up to an outsider to help my wife."

Byron, who came from behind, spoke coldly. His handsome face was icy.

He walked straight to Maeve, grabbed her wrist, and led her toward the elevator.

Maeve frowned in pain and said, "Let go. You're exerting too much strength."

"Shut up while I'm still in a good mood right now." Byron shot her a glare coldly.

As Evan watched them leave, the small bit of courage that he had just mustered instantly dissipated.

He thought. "Maeve's husband... looks really fierce. I might not be able to beat him. He's more than just being fierce.

After entering the elevator, Maeve was pushed to the wall by Byron before she could steady herself. He placed his hands on either side of her, making her unable to move forward or backward. what mean?" he asked

Maeve's ears flushed uncontrollably. She tried to push him away but failed. She was so angry that she punched his arm. the one who should be asking what you mean. Move aside."

"Im

Byron grabbed her wrist. "After staying in my apartment for so long, you moved out without paying rent and informing me. You even flirted with another man?" "Didn't I use cooking to cover the rent?" Maeve said angrily, "And when did I flirt with a man? Can you stop talking nonsense?"

"Do you need me to remind you how lazy you have been in cooking lately?"

Maeve's eyelashes fluttered. She looked at him with bloodshot eyes and said with difficulty. "Then I'll compensate you for the rent, okay?"

Getting stared at by her bloodshot eyes, which looked like a rabbit's eyes, Byron's anger instantly subsided somewhat, and he regained his rationality.

"I'm not lacking in that bit of money from you. Using cooking to offset it is fine." His tone softened slightly as he let go of her

wrist.

Her skin was flawless, and a red mark was inevitably left on it.

Byron frowned in frustration.

When Maeve heard his words, her eyes showed a hint of self-mockery. "You're the dignified CEO of Mcdaniel Group. Of course, you are not lacking in that bit of money from me. Even more so, you are not lacking in people who can cook for you.

She thought, "It's my fault for being stupid. I actually involved such a person and racked my brains with him to save on living expenses. I even vowed to make money to support him. He must have mocked me in his mind back then for biting off more than 1 can chew, right? Byron's gaze lingered on her. He squinted and sized her up. "Maeve, what's with you throwing a tantrum? Speak properly and don't be sarcastic to me." Maeve thought, I'm throwing a tantrum?'

She almost wanted to tagh, but what welled up inside her was a stinging sense of bitterness and grievance.

So, it turns out I don't even deserve to have genuine emotions in front of him, she thou

"Mr. Mcdaniel, aniel, our marriage is just a deal, each getting what we need. So, it's understandable that you hid your identity from

Maeve felt as

felt as if all her strength had been drained. Her voice was lightly hoarse as she continued, "I have no right to throw at tantrum at you, Sir." Byron's eyes turned cold when he heard her address him as 'Sir with a strong sense of alienation.

"You care so much about such a trivial matter, huh? Does my status really matter that much?"

"If I had a choice,

I'd rather my husband be just an ordinary driver."

"Driver?" Byron scoffed softly. "Maeve, are you naive or silly! If the person who backed you up earlier was just a driver, do you think they would have apologized to you?"

He thought. This is the grim reality of the world where people with power and status command respect

Maeve closed her eyes, not wanting to continue arguing with him

He wouldn't und

understand her feelings eith

Byron pinched her chin in frustration and ordered coldly, "Maeve, don't be unreasonable. Speak."

Maeve became disheartened. She opened her eyes and looked at Byron, enunciating each word as she said, "Mr. Mcdaniel, let's get a divorce."

She wants a divorce? Byron thought.

The coldness in his eyes quickly became intense, and he said with a sense of menace, "Maeve, say that again?"

Maeve felt a wave of dense and sharp pain in her heart. She forced herself to calm down and repeated, "Let's get a divorce!

"Humph." Byron's thin lips curled up coldly as he looked at her with a faint smile. "You were the one who suggested marriage. Now, you want a divorce just like that? Are you dreaming?"

He thought, 'Is she playing hard to get again, or is she up to something else?"

I court to "I'm not joking with you." Maeve held back the tears in her eyes. Previously, you said we would go to the family settle the divorce procedures after Gilbert's health improved. Now that it's been so long, it's time for us to get a divorce."

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