The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 245

"Well?" Byron lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze directly.

Maeve steeled herself and boldly said, | cto find that somewhat silly girl. | feared you wouldn't letin, so |

dressed a little. Is that so wrong?"

Byron sized her up. "You call this a little bit of dressing up?"

Her face was caked with makeup, and her features were so altered that there was hardly a trace of her original

self. She resembled a flat painting with no distinct characteristics. Perhaps he should also compliment her on her

skillful artistry. Maeve held her head high and stayed silent.

"What do you want with her?" Byron asked again.

Maeve bit her lip and remained silent. He was convinced she was responsible for hurting Gilbert, and if he knew

her true intentions for being there, he would likely chase her out on the spot.

"Not going to say anything?" Byron narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Should | have someone chase you out right

now?"

"Don't!" Maeve quickly grabbed his arm, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. "Daddy, can | cin?" A soft yet composed child's voice came

from outside.

Maeve was overjoyed as she whispered urgently to Byron, "Your son is here! Hurry up and letgo!"

Byron glanced at her and then casually said, "Cin.

Maeve froze, her eyes wide with disbelief. She thought, Is he out of his mind? Doesn't he care about being

misunderstood by his son?*

Will pushed the door open and, seeing Byron leaning against the corner of the sofa awkwardly, asked curiously,

"Daddy, are you not feeling well?"

Hearing the sweet voice so close, Maeve felt a rush of panic. She kept shooting Byron desperate looks, silently

urging him not to do anything reckless. She thought, "If his son sees us, what will that make us? Caught in the

act of cheating? He might not care, but I still dol

Byron ignored her warning gaze and replied to Will in a low voice, | might have a cold. You can say what you

need from there; there's no need to ccloser."

"Okay." Will thought Byron didn't want to spread germs, so he obediently stayed where he was.

"Daddy, | want to talk to you about sthings between men," Will said,

"What?" It was amusing that Will addressed himself as a man at ch a young age.

"I believe that as a man, one must not only shoulder the responsibility of providing for the family but also harbor

ambitions and ideals. Pursuing one's career should be a lifelong goal, and dhe must strive with all their might to

achieve it," Will said slowly. While subtly adjusting Mueve's skirt, Byron replied, "That's true I'm delighted to see

you thinking like this."

Lying beneath him, unable to move, Maeve rolled her eyes, feeling a wave of bitterness rise in her heart. Both

were his sons, yes her child, Theo, along with the one she had yet to give birth to, faced his strong rejection,

even to the point of pressuring her to terminate the pregnancy. In contrast, Lynn's son received all his

tenderness and affection

Strangely, while Maeve felt resentment and even hatred toward Byron, she couldn't muster any dislike for the

child whose voice she could only hear. Perhaps it was because the child's voice slightly resembled Theo's that

softened her heart.

While Maeve was lost in thought, Will delivered a lengthy speech arguing that "men should focus on their

careers." Byron's brow twitched as he asked Will, "Alright, what exactly do you want to talk toabout?"

With a serious expression. Will concluded, 'Daddy, | believe that men who get married before the age of forty are

disrespecting their careers. What do you think?

No wonder there was so much buildup; he was setting a trap for him. Byron glanced at the indignant Maeve and

replied cryptically. "Tm afraid | can't agree.

"Why?" Will frowned, wondering if Byron intended to marry Lym

"Because... Byron hadn't finished speaking when his brows suddenly furrowed. Macve bit down on his palm, a

mix of frustration and provocation.

Byron remained unfazed, not even pulling his hand back as he pressed down on her full lower lip, giving it a firm

rub. His action carried a hint of teasing.

Marve felt her ears flush with embarrassment, thinking. This bastard!"

After punishing Maeve. Byron finally turned his gaze to Will, who was quietly standing. "As for the conditions

mentioned, Daddy has already met them." His current status of the Mcdaniel Group served as the best proof.

Will pouted slightly, a hint of disappointment crossing his fair face. He wondered, "Is Daddy still intended to

marry Miss Anderson?

"Do you have any other questions?" Byron asked again.

"Nothing more, donor," Will said flatly, his round eyes reflecting an air of calm indifference as if he saw through

everything. I'm going to meditate now. Goodbye."

Byron was speechless about Will's behavior.

Maeve initially thought Will was the privileged child raised with strict discipline, serious yet slightly old-

fashioned. However, when he referred to Byron as a "donor," she had to pinch her thigh hard to keep from

laughing. She didn't want to find it funny, but it struck her as hilarious.

Byron saw her struggling to hold back laughter and asked casually, "Is my son adorable?"

Maeve's smile faded as she retorted, "He's your

your son, so whether he's adorable or not has nothing to do with me. He's not my

Byron's lips curved slightly, the words "he's your son" hanging unspoken. He lowered his voice and asked,

"Maeve, do you regret it? If it weren't for your stubbornness back then, we wouldn't have ended up like this."

Maeve's heart clenched, and her bright eyes sparkled with sarcain. | truly regret it. | regret not running far

enough back then so that you would never be able to lind me."

If it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't have had the heart to leave that child behind in the hospital. She wouldn't

have allowed him to be left without a final place to call home. But at least she had managed to keep Theo safe.

Byron's expression grew increasingly icy. Maeve indeed showed no signs of remorse. "Then why did you come

back?" he asked, his voice chulling

"This has nothing to do with you, does it? Marve raised her chi overstepping your bounds? Or do you want to be

one of the me

defiantly. "As my ex-husband, don't you think you're in my life?"

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Byron tightened his grip around her waist suddenly, his deep eyes reflecting a chilling intensity. "Do you think I'm

that easy to please! A selfish, vain, and pretentious woman like you wouldn't even be worthy of carrying my

shoes. Then may | ask what you were just doing? Maeve retorted sarcastically. "Sneaking around with me, a vain

and selfish woman, right in front of your son? | didn't realize you were so discerning

Byron snorted. After indulging in rich foods, one occasionally craves something light to cleanse the palate. Is that

so wrong? Besides, aren't you the one lying beneath me, at any mercy, while sneaking around behind your

fiance's back?" As Byron's last words hung in the air, a surge of humiliation overwhelmed Maeve. In a fit of

anger, she bit down fiercely on the finger he had pressed against her lower lip, wishing