The Heir's Secret Bride

"Why?" Maeve opened the bag to tempt him. "It's still hot; it smells so good!" Will was unaffected and did not speak anymore no matter what she said...

Maeve thought to herself, 'Could a four-year-old boy also have a period? Or is it because he's not feeling well that he's more

sensitive

Seeing him unwilling to speak. Maeve did not force him. She put down the McDonald's and got busy with the chores.

She cleaned up the living room again, then went to the balcony to put up more flower racks and porcelain pots. She wanted to plant the seeds she had just bought.

However, when she looked up, she saw Will pacing around the living room and a trail of small footprints were behind him. She was wondering why it was so quiet just now. It turned out that he was causing trouble.

"Baby, slow down. The floor is a bit slippery, don't trip and fall; Maeve reminded him as she planted the seeds.

Will feel hesitant, not knowing if he should continue stepping around. He was a little frustrated. Why doesn't she get angry!"NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Will then moved closer to Maeve and watched her plant the vegetables. Maeve looked at the seemingly behaving little guy with ill intentions in his mind and handed him the radish seedlings she had bought. "Do you want to try?"

Will took it curiously, his clear bright eyes sparkling. However, when he saw Maeve smiling gently beside him, he immediately retracted his expression. Hence, the small bunch of radish sprouts were all destroyed.

As Maeve did not want anything to happen to the remaining seedlings, she rushed him to wash his hands. "Go wash your hands. I'll do it herself.

Will entered the washroom and saw the water gushing out of the tap. Suddenly, he had an idea

When Maeve had planted all the seedlings and seeds and realized Will had not come out of the bathroom, she took off her gloves and went to look for him. What did she see in the end?

Her good son was standing on a small stool by the sink, his small hands pressed against the tap, splashing water everywhere.

His clothes were drenched.

"Theodore!"

Hearing Maeve's different tone, Will turned his face around. Is she finally angry?'

Maeve walked over and picked him up under his probing gaze. Then, she smacked his buttock. Will was stunned. Since young, even his father had never smacked him.

The servants were always respectful to him and never dared to neglect him just because he was young. His grandparents, needless to say, treated him like the apple of their eyes.

"If you want to play with water, you can just play with it. How can you wet your clothes?" Maeve was very angry. "What if you catch a cold in this weather? If you're not well, I'll feel sorry for you!" Will w

WHE stunned. When he saw Maeve's anxious, angry, and helpless expression, tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

Have I gone overboard? Even if Mom loves my younger