The Heir's Secret Bride

At this moment, Maeve put away the gifts and looked up at Byron. "Mr. Mcdaniel, where do you want to keep these..." "Throw them away, Byron said coldly. Without looking at her again, he walked to the master bedroom.

Maeve was stunned by his sudden coldness. She stood rooted to the ground in a daze, wondering why he was suddenly

angry

She didn't think it was the gifts because his cold attitude seemed to be directed at her. But she hadn't done anything to make him angry. Maeve pursed her lips at how volatile Byron was, wondering if he would still do the dishes tonight.

Byron was a trustworthy person. He had promised to help her share the housework. Even though he wore a cold expression, he still headed to the sink after dinner. Maeve went to the balcony to check on her vegetables. As she expected, she soon heard a clang from the kitchen. A plate was shattered again.

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She took a deep breath, wanting to go to the kitchen to take a look. However, when she thought of how cold and indifferent Byron was to her at the dining table, she felt depressed.

Forget it, Maeve thought. She poked at the leck, her eyes filled with disappointment. She didn't like this feeling. wondered if he would still keep his promise about accompanying her home on Saturday.

She

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Maeve thought about it and decided Byron probably wouldn't go back on his word. So far, he had done everything he had promised. Even the small matter of agreeing to treat her to drinks had returned to daily frequency after he was discharged from the hospital. This gave Maeve the illusion that they were really married. However, she also knew that it was impossible.

In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday. Maeve had specially sent a message to ask Byron the day before to see if he was still willing to eat with her and her parents.

Byron replied very late. There was only one word: [Yes]

Maeve heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that he still remembered this. She set a time with him to set off for the Reese family's house at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. They would arrive at about eleven o'clock, just in time for lunch. This time, Byron did not reply.

It was not until Maeve before bed that she received a definite reply. She got out of bed and sent Byron a message: [By the way, should I buy gifts for you to bring over tomorrow? That way, it will look more formal and can scare my parents?] Byron: [You I can handle it yourself. I'm very busy.]

Sensing impatience in his words. Maeve's dimmed Going home to see her parents with had given her an illusion that she shouldn't have. Now, Byron shattered that illusion and woke her up.

Mae hugged her phone, feeling inexplicably melancholic. However, when she thought of what would happen tomorrow, she could not help but look forward to it. At least it would come to a good end. The next morning. Maeve went out to buy fruits and gifts. It was almost ten o'clock when she returned to the apartment.

She had sent Byron a message asking if he was still at work. Previously, when she knocked on the master bedroom door, there was no response, so she guessed that he had not returned since last night. After about half an hour, Byron still did not reply.

Maeve had no choice but to call him, but no one answered. She glanced at the clock. It was half past ten.

After

waiting a while, she still could could not get through to Byron. She could only message him to say that she would go over first. He could go straight to her house after work.

The Reese family's

house was quite far from the city center and was near the suburbs. It was a house left behind by Maeve's grandparents.

a sentimental man. Even when he became wealthy later on, he did not move to the more prosperous city center and had always lived here.

Scott was a

When Maeve arrived, it was almost noon. Scott was cooking in the kitchen, and Valda was helping out.

This scene stunned Maeve. This was the treatment that her younger brother, Horace, received at home. She didn't even dare to think about it.

When Valda saw Maeve enter, she immediately smiled and said to Maeve, "Maeve, you're back. Your father's signature dish is almost ready too. Go wash your hands and prepare to eat." there anything I can help with?" For some reason, Maeverything ready." Valda looked behind Maeve as she chased her away. "Where's your husband? Didn't he come with you?" T little reserved. "No need. Just wait for I ther and I will "He's still at work. He will only come over later," Maeve explained.

lunch.

Your father

Valda and Scott looked at each other and did not say anything. They smiled and pushed Maeve out of the kitchen. When Maeve left, Valda said quietly to Scott, "It's a little strange that her poor husband didn't come back with her. Scott was cooking and looked impatient. "Why do you care so much? Won't we know if he will come later? If he doesn't come, we'll inform Mr. Graves." Valda quickly nodded. "I'll listen to you" Anyway, there was no hurry.

Maeve knew nothing about the conversation in the kitchen. She walked to the dining room and took out her phone to call Byron, but she was worried that it would be inconvenient for him as he was working. Hence, she sent him a message to ask where he was. However, there was no reply for a long time. Soon, Sc Scott's final I dish was ready.

The food on the table could be said to be sumptuous. It was as though they were celebrating. Score and Valda were also smiling. They were so enthusiastic that Maeve felt at a loss for no reason. She had been mentally prepared before coming, but none of the scenarios she had imagined had happened. Her parents seemed to have really gotten over it.

However, Maeve's parents still asked about Byron.

"Maeve, is your husband usually so busy? Although he's a driver, why is he so busy on the weekends that he doesn't even have time to accompany his wife home for a meal?" Scott asked with a frown while holding a wine glass.

Valda looked at the time. "It's almost one o'clock. Looks like he's not lucky enough to eat the food your father cooked."

Maeve tightened her grip on her fork and forced a smile. "He's more ambitious and always works overtime. He doesn't have

much rest time and works very hard."

"When is he coming?" Scott asked again.

Maeve fell silent.

Valda smiled. "Forget it. Since he said he would come, he will keep his word, right? Let's wait. We can eat first."

Maeve nodded and ignored her sadness. Compared to Byron going back on his word at the last minute, she was more willing to believe he was too busy to come. After all, he had promised her he would. With this thought in mind, Maeve relaxed. After lunch, Maeve cleaned up the dishes and saw Valda taking out a medicine box in the kitchen.

"Mom, what is this medicine? Are you unwell?" Maeve quickly asked.

Valda sighed. "I'm old now. Of course, I'm not feeling well. My body aches on rainy days, especially my knees and arms. I found a traditional medicine doctor to take a look at them. I can still hold on by taking medicine every day." Maeve bit her lip, not knowing what to say. She and Valda were not close, and they rarely talked to each other. Every time they spoke, it would inevitably involve money.

"As long as you and Horace are fine, I'm happy. If you're free, come back and accompany your father and me, Valda looked at Maeve with anticipation.

A strange feeling flashed across Maeve's heart, but she did not think too much about it. "I will," she agreed with a nod