The Heir's Secret Bride

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"So?" Byron narrowed his eyes and urged.

"Sure, but let's make a deal first. If it's not important, we can't touch each other's phone, Maeve added guiltily. "Or we can look through it only with permission." Byron sneered. "What do you take me for?" He snorted at the idea of looking through her phone. He just thought it was better to be prepared.

After Archer delivered Maeve's phone, she entered Byron's fingerprint into it. When Byron had no intention of looking at her phone, she heaved a sigh of relief.

Maeve'at's your wallpaper?" Byron suddenly asked.

e's breath caught. She choked and coughed, her phone falling onto the bed. It was the draft of the bartender she had drawn for Bonnie last time. She thought it looked good, so she used part of it as her phone wallpaper. Although she thought it was very decent, if Byron were to see it, she would be embarrassed. She hurriedly stuffed the phone under her pillow and lay on it. She said. "Nothing. Are you mistaken?" Byron narrowed his eyes and sized her up. "Hand your phone over. It was a photo of some other man.

"It's nothing, really, You must have been mistaken, Maeve replied vaguely, "It's just a photo of my vegetables. There's nothing to see.”

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"I haven't eaten breakfast. I'm starving," Maeve tried to change the subject.

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stared at her for a long time until she was about to crumble under pressure. Finally, he looked away and called for her breakfast to be brought to her. Macve secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

While Byron went to wash his hands, she changed her phone wallpaper to a photo of her vegetable and locked several albums in her photo album. Only then did she relax.

It was almost evening. Maeve had to go back to work tomorrow so she requested to be discharged tonight.

Byron asked the doctor to give her a thorough examination. After confirming she was fine, he asked Archer to go through the discharge procedures. Then, he told Maeve to wait in the ward while he walked to the other ward. Patrick was already awake. When he saw Byron enter, he smiled kindly, "Byron, are you done with work? it must have been hard managing such a big company, right?"

s alright. It's not that tiring." Byron sat down, looking concerned. Seeing that Patrick did not look too good, he asked warmly, "Are you still feeling ill? Do you need me to get the doctor?"

Patrick shook his head. 'No, I'm fine. I just heard from Karen that you're married?"

Byron nodded. "Yes, I'm married

"Did your grandfather arrange it for you? Or is it someone you like?

"I chose her myself."

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"I see." Patrick looked complicated. He sighed and asked, "What's her family background? If you have time, will you introduce her to me?"

Byron paused slightly and said, Tm afraid not for now. She's a little shy. I'll bring her to see you if there's a chance next

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Patrick could tell that Byron was avoiding his questions. He felt little helpless, but he did not continue with the questions. "Alright, I'll be waiting then."

After Byron left, the bathroom door in the ward opened and Karen walked out.

Patrick saw the unwilling expression on Karen's face and sighed. "Karen, forget it. Byron is married. Even if you know who his wife is, you can't do anything about it. Besides, he even kept it a secret from me."

Karen bit her lip. I grew up with Byron. How can his wife know him as well as I do? How can she treat him as well as I do? Dad, I don't want to give up. I still have a chance. "Why are you still being silly? He's already married. How can you say you have a chance?"

"So what if they're married? They can also..." Karen didn't finish. However, the ambition in her eyes did not decrease at all. If Byron were to divorce, she would have a chance.

On the way back to their apartment from the hospital, Maeve noticed the mall was already decorated with a huge Christmas tree, It occurred to her that it would be Christmas soon.

"It's beautiful," she said in spite of herself. "One of the wishes I wrote to Santa when I was a kid was to have a Christmas tree full of presents. However, that wish never came true." Byron looked straight ahead as he drove steadily. He replied, "Only a fool would believe that Santa Claus exists."

Maeve, who was reminiscing about her childhood, was speechless.

She put away her phone and sat gloomily. "Of course, I know Santa Claus doesn't exist. But can't I fantasize about it? Besides, don't all children hang socks by the bedside in hopes of waking up to it being filled with gifts in the morning?" "Not me," Not Byron said.

"How miserable your childhood is," Maeve remarked.

Byron snorted and could not be bothered with her childishness.

Passing by the supermarket near the apartment, Maeve asked him to stop the car so she could buy something

After parking the car in the parking lot, they walked into the supermarket.

Byron had wanted to wait for her in the car, but she had pestered him until he agreed to accompany her.

"Our fridge is almost empty. There are no more seasonings. The daily necessities are almost used up. We have to restock them," Maeve counted on her fingers as she walked.

"Can't you just buy these things yourself?" Byron put his hands in his pockets and walked beside her lazily. "Why must you drag me along?"

He thought, 'Does she like to stick to me so much that she can't even be on her own for a minute?"NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Maeve looked up at Byron. "If you don't come along with me, how can I carry so many things by myself?"

Byron was speechless. He increased his pace and walked past her quickly.