The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 305

Maeve stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her as she caught sight of Will playfully tugging at

Theo like he was carrying a baby chick. A smile spread across her face.

Spending twith Theo seemed to have brought out a livelier side in Will. Watching them play eased the

anxiety Maeve had been feeling. She grabbed her iPad and headed back to her room, determined to finish some

work before calling it a night. Next week, Dreamscape's summer collection in collaboration with Eternal Hope

was set to showcase, and there were still a few details to finalize. This was the first public appearance for

Dreamscape since the scandal, and Maeve wanted everything to be perfect. She didn't want people to

remember her merely as the ex-wife of the Mcdaniel Group's CEO or as the long-lost daughter of the Reese

family; she wanted to be known as the designer and founder of Dreamscape. She couldn't afford to lose this

time. After working tirelessly until around midnight, Maeve leaned back against her pillow, trying to relieve the

tension in her neck and shoulders. Just as she began to drift off, she felt a warm hand resting on her shoulder.

Her eyes fluttered open to see Byron, the striking man with sharp features, illuminated by the soft glow of the

bedside lamp. "Are you done?" she asked.

"Hmm," Byron replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He asked Maeve in a low voice, "Why aren't you

asleep so late? Did you forget you're still taking medication?"

"Um, | was a bit restless, so | finished up swork."

Byron's expression softened slightly as he increased the pressure of his fingers, massaging her shoulders and

neck. "Why can't you sleep?"

Maeve closed her eyes, savoring the relief of his touch. "I've just had so much going on today. It all feels surreal."

"Like what?"

"Isn't technology from over twenty years ago still a bit primitive?"

"Yeah, | guess

so."

"Then... is it almost impossible to find my biological parents?"

Byron's gaze turned contemplative as he observed the mix of hope and anxiety on her face. The words that were

on the tip of his tongue took a turn. "Well... it just takes time."

Maeve's eyes brightened. She had almost forgotten Byron could trace the incident when her family had been

persuaded by a fortune teller to steal a child away more than two decades ago. Could this leadto my birth

parents? But they probably don't have any expectations of their daughter after all this time. Otherwise, they

should have clooking forby now, she wondered.

"Forget it." Maeve sighed, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I have already outgrown the age of needing my

parents. Rather than the awkwardness of not knowing how to interact after finding them, it's more suitable for us

to be well apart." 'Perhaps they have had more children later and are living a happy, simple life as a family. My

appearance may not necessarily be a good thing for them, she thought.

Byron's expression turned serious as he gently brushed her hair back. "You seem to have thought this through.

How am | supposed to comfort you?"

Maeve giggled softly. "You? Comfort me? | thought you just liked teasing me."

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"Who said that?" he replied, his voice low and teasing.

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Maeve turned her head in confusion, and suddenly the light dimmed as Byron leaned closer. The warm scent of

cedarwood enveloped her, and his presence sent a rush of emotions through her. Byron leaned down and kissed

her softly on the lips. "Does that feel real now?" he asked quietly.

Maeve was taken aback, her ears turning red and quickly spreading to her cheeks, causing a layer of heat to fog

her vision. She blinked to relieve the tension in her heart. "Uh... yeah, it feels... real."

"Can you sleep now?"

"l... I can."

"I'm going to hold you while you sleep. Is that okay?"

"Sure," Maeve mumbled, feeling a bit dazed as she instinctively agreed. It took a moment for her to realize what

she had just said. By the tshe reacted, it was already too late.

Byron smirked, a satisfied grin playing on his lips. "Scoot over and make sroom for me."

"This man is trickingagain!' thought Maeve.

On the day of the summer collection launch, Maeve realized she had forgotten something at home. She quickly

jumped in her car to head back to the apartment, ensuring she had everything before setting off again. But she

felt a twinge of nerves; her heart raced inexplicably. She had designed formal wear for a royal gala before, and

she hadn't felt this anxious then.

She rubbed her temples as she glanced in the rearview mirror. Suddenly, something on the roadside caught her

attention, and she squinted, feeling a sharp pain in her eyes, forcing her to blink.

Bang! The car jolted violently.

Instinctively, Maeve slammed on the brakes and got out to inspect the damage. In front of her was a

champagne-colored Bentley, and its rear end collided with the front of hers, and the headlights shattered.

"How do you even drive? Can you take responsibility if something happens to my boss?" The driver lowered the

car window and glared at Maeve.

"Hank, don't talk to a lady like that," a calm, deep voice interjected from the backseat. As the window rolled

down, Maeve was met with the sight of a handsman.

The man was blond and had warm eyes. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his gaze carried an air of

sophistication, a reflection of wisdom gained through experience. He wore a silver-gray suit, accented by gold

cufflinks that matched the trim on his shirt collar. The front of the outfit was subtly embroidered with the pattern

of the snowella flower, understated yet still exuding elegance. "Miss, | hope my driver didn't frighten you," the

blond-haired man said gently.

Maeve quickly shook her head. "I'm really sorry! | got distracted and didn't hit the brakes in time. I'm sorry to

trouble you, and I'll cover the damages..."

"There's no need for that. My assistant has already contacted the insurance company."

"But | insist! It's my

fault..."

The man chuckled lightly. "Everyone makes mistakes. Really, it's no problem at all. You don't need to feel any

burden. | can afford the repair bill."

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Of course, someone driving a rare collector's car would have the means to cover repairs, but Maeve couldn't just

accept that. She fished a business card out of her bag and handed it to him. "Sir, here's my contact information.

Please reach out towhen your car is repaired. I'll handle all the expenses."

The blond-haired man took the card, looking surprised. "You're a designer from Dreamscape Studio?"

"That's right."

"What a coincidence." The man chuckled. "I'm heading to the Eternal Hope launch event. | heard it's a

collaboration with Dreamscape Studio, and I'm really looking forward to it."

Maeve was surprised and somewhat pleased by the affirmation, her eyes curved into a smile. "I promise you

won't be disappointed."

"Boss, our car is here," the assistant reminded,

The blond-haired man nodded, then turned to Maeve. "If you don't mind, would you like to share a ride with me?

| can have my team handle this, and the event should be starting soon." Maeve hesitated, looking unsure. "Will it

be a bother?"

"Not at all," he reassured her warmly. "I'd be delighted to attend