The Heir's Secret Bride

"You're lying. Byron said, a cold glint flashing across his eyes. There's no need to pretend to be so dignified when you've

en in love with someone else.

Fallen in love with someone else?' Maeve thought.

She was stunned for a moment. Just then, her phone suddenly rang.

She glanced at Byron and answered the call under his oppressive gaze.

"Hello? Ah, good evening, Gilbert. How have you been lately? Is your health okay?"

"It has improved a lot," Gilbert said with a smile. "With you thinking about me, how can I not be well? Maeve, are you free tonight?"

Maeve said in a well-mannered way, "Yes, I am. What can I do for you, Gilbert?"

"If you have time, come over to my place with Byron to have a meal. I've run into some trouble while growing vegetables, and I want to ask you for help."

Maeve hesitated for a moment. "Gilbert, wait a moment. I'll hand over the phone to Mister... to Byron."

With that said, she pressed down on the receiver and quietly said to Byron, "Mr. Mcdaniel, Gilbert wants us to go over for dinner. Can you come up with an excuse to decline politely? At a time like this... it wouldn't be appropriate for you to bring are over for dinner" Understanding her implication, Byron's eyes darkened slightly. "Give me your phone."

Maeve immediately handed it over.

"Grandpa?" Byron said calmly. "Yes, it's me. I'm free now, I'll bring her to your place shortly."

Maeve widened her eyes.

After talking to Gilbert, Byron returned the phone to Maeve. 'Grandpa wants us to go to his place now."Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Holding the phone, Maeve was dumbfounded as she looked at him. "Mr. Mcdaniel, didn't we agree that you'd come up with

an excuse...

"You're not willing to lie, and you want me to be the bad guy instead?" Byron's expression was so indifferent that people could not make out his emotions.

"Nope," Maeve explained. I'm just worried that after our divorce, it would be a little... awkward to see your grandfather again."

She thought, I respect and like Gilbert a lot, but since my relationship with Byron isn't going to last, it's better to cut off contact as soon as possible."

Her attitude, which considered things meticulously even after the divorce, made Byron's expression even colder than

before.

"If you're unwilling, you don't have to go. It doesn't make a difference if you're not there."

After saying this remark coldly, he strode toward the outside of the corridor and left Maeve behind.

Maeve bit her lip and felt conflicted for a few seconds before catching up with him.

08:14 Mon, Oc

Chapter III

Since I've already agreed, 1 don't want to let Gilbert down for no reason, she thought.

In a garden bungalow in the suburbs half an hour later, Maeve was a little surprised when she saw the classical and elegant decorations in the house after following Byron in.

She thought that a top-notch wealthy family like the Mcdaniel family would be quite picky and prefer luxury in their residence.

However, the overall vibe leaned more toward a homely style.

As if noticing her surprise, Byron explained calmly, "This was my grandma's usual residence when she was alive. Grandpa usually lives here alone, while my parents live at the main house in Maple Hill" *But I remember that Maple Hill has been turned into a tourist area, hasn't it?" Maeve asked in confusion

"Yes. That hill has belonged to our family since about a century ago. Later on, it was handed over to the state, and the right to continue living there has been retained,

Maeve was stunned.

She thought, They handed over a hill to the state. That requires an immensely strong family background and great wealth to do that. For such a family, ordinary people can only look up to them

A dazed look flashed across Maeve's eyes. She thought, 'Fortunately, I've long seen the gap between me and Byron, so I don't feel disappointed now, I just feel a little sad.

Grandpa, you haven't recovered yet. You can't be out in the wind."

Byron's reprimanding voice suddenly snapped Maeve out of her thoughts..

She looked up and saw Gilbert squatting in front of a vegetable field with his sleeves rolled up. Wearing a straw hat and holding a hoe, he looked like an old farmer.

The assistant who was holding the umbrella for him looked helpless.

Ignoring his grandson's displeased expression, Gilbert waved at Maeve with a smile and said, "Maeve, you're here. Come over quickly. It looks like my seedlings are sick. Maeve glanced at Byron. She then walked over and squatted beside Gilbert.

She looked at the wilted seedlings in the vegetable field, reached out to touch the soil, and made an assessment in her mind.

"Gilbert, the soil here is too wet, which has caused root rot in the seedlings. Also, you planted them too close together, so they compete for nutrients and water, which is not conducive to their growth." Upon hearing her words, Gilbert had a long face. "Does that mean these seedlings can't be saved?"

Maeve shook her head. "Of course, we can save them. Isn't there a plot of land next to it? Let's move the seedlings over and replant them properly. Then, you do as I told you. They will definitely live." Gilbert immediately smiled. "You really have a way with this. Unlike Byron, who doesn't know anything other than standing at the back and acting as a signpost."

Byron, the signpost, was left speechless.

Maeve could not help but laugh.

She thought, 'Although I haven't seen Byron at work, I know that being the CEO of Mcdaniel Group isn't a position anyone can just take. But to Gilbert, he's just a signpost.

14 Mon,

"Grandpa, go rest at the side, I'll help you." Byron walked over with seriousness. As he spoke, he removed his watch and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a cool-toned, flawless, and strong forearm.

It was so attractive that it was dazzling.

Maeve was in a daze. Before Byron noticed, she immediately retracted her gaze.

Gilbert was so happy that he put his hands behind his back. "Alright. Just don't kill my seedlings. If there's anything you don't know, ask Maeve. Don't assume you know everything. Growing Vegetables requires more understanding than one might initially assume." Byron looked helpless. "Is this the experience you have gained from countless failures?"

"Rascal! How dare you talk to me like that. Gilbert was so angry that he stomped his foot. "Just you wait. With Maeve here, I guarantee you will be able to eat the carrots that I've personally planted before spring arrives." "Forget it. You resting well is my greatest wish."

Gilbert scowled. He could not be bothered to talk to him and walked to another plot of land.

Maeve watched from the side as the grandfather and grandson beckered, her eyes crinkling with amusement. She wanted to laugh, but she held back her laughter.

Byron noticed. Maeve's unusual expression. He glanced at her coldly and said, "What's with your amusement? You think I don't even know how to do something as trivial as growing vegetables, huh?"

Maeve lowered her head and held back her laughter, saying, "You can't even tell leeks from scallions, and you claim you know how to grow vegetables? I don't believe it"

Byron clearly recalled that incident. He pursed his thin lips and said, "That's a different matter altogether. Don't look down

on me.

With that said, he squatted down and started transplanting the seedlings.

Maeve had initially thought he was just talking without intending to take action, but she didn't expect him to actually start doing it.

His slender fingers, which usually were not involved in doing house chores, were inevitably stained with mud and decayed leaves.

He had always been a clean freak, but he didn't even frown.

His clear and refined face, seen in profile to Maeve, was indifferent. Under his high nose bridge, his thin lips were slightly pursed. He was unbelievably sexy. Maeve's heart inexplicably started to race.

Noticing her gaze, Byron turned his head to look at her, his deep blue eyes unfathomable. He then asked, "Maeve, I'm very good-looking, huh?"

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