The Heir's Secret Bride

Not long after, the boy came out with a gloomy expression. He ad not speak to her and walked straight past her.

She stood up and wanted to follow, but her feet went numb and he fell to the ground, grimacing in pain.

The boy turned around when he heard the commotion and stared at her hugging her legs for a few seconds. The coldness in his eyes turned into helplessness and complexity. Pursing his thin lips, he walked back to her side and squatted down with his back facing her. "Come on up."

It was simple and emotionless words. She looked at the boy's bread back, and her heart felt like it was filled with soft flowers.

She pounced on his back. "I heard that boys can only carry their mother and future wife. Now that you've carried me, you can't forbid me from chasing you!"

The guy said, "Go down."

"I'll shut up. Watch your step."

He was speechless.

Probably because the joy accumulated in her heart could not be stopped, it overflowed from her mouth and turned into a light and pleasant tune.

The boy walked forward with her on his back and asked with a frown, "What are you singing? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

"This is a little piano tune that a boy I used to know taught me. It's nice, isn't it?"

"It's awful. Stop singing."novelbin

She tried to reach out her hand, wanting to strangle him and let him know how powerful she was.

However, it was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. "Don't move. If you fall, I won't care."

She retracted her hand resentfully and hesitated for a moment before asking him, "Why are you unhappy?"

"No," the boy replied coldly.

"You are unhappy. Why do you have to lie and say that you aren't?" She was puzzled. "Aren't you an adult affected by society? How did you learn their duplicitous way of speaking?" The boy turned to look at her. "You know this?"

"Uh-huh, don't underestimate me. Although I can't provide you with any help, you can tell me all your bad things. Just treat it as packing up those bad moods and throwing them into the trash can."

"There are even people who compare themselves to trash cans." The boy suddenly laughed, followed by a long silence.

After a long time, he said calmly, "Actually, it's not a big deal. The new software I made was plagiarized by that company. They saw that I was just a university student and tried to use several thousand dollars to buy out the right to use the software." She was instantly enraged. "How can there be such a shameless person? Even if the stolen things are labeled by them, it won't become theirs!"

She swore for several minutes without using dirty words. Not a single word was repeated.

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The boy chuckled and was about to say something when the pete girl behind him hugged his neck tightly. He didn't know if she wanted to strangle him or use her small strength to encourage him.

"One day, you'll be even more powerful than... well, the heir of that building. Maybe you can even marry me?

The boy's eyelashes fluttered, and he was shocked by her unfounded trust. The corners of his lips curled up, but they quickly sank.

"What? You should study hard. Don't think about dating every day!"

""You're so annoying..."

The dream was ever-changing. Maeve watched as the two figures got further and further away, but the warmth coming that broad and sturdy back made her feel real.

Her heart was unbelievably soft.

At this moment, she vaguely heard a voice beside her ear. It sounded like Bonnie, but also like Byron.

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"Mr. Mcdaniel. Why don't we let Maeve sleep in my house for a night? Her fever has just subsided." Bonnie was very afraid of Byron. Although she wanted to beat him up previously, she could only be submissive now. 'Why does Maeve have such a ferocious boyfriend?' Bonnie thought.

"No need," Byron said in a deep voice. He picked up Maeve, who was sleeping restlessly on the bed. Before he left, he thought of something and turned to ask Bonnie, "Was she with you all day today?"

Bonnie subconsciously wanted to nod. She recalled Maeve's conversation with her assistant and immediately denied it. "No, she came over after purchasing the things needed to make clothes. She was even drenched on the way." This answer was impeccable.

Byron frowned and didn't say anything else. He carried Maeve out of the room.

Nightfall Manor.

The two children only knew that Byron had gone to pick up Maeve. They squatted at the door with their hands in their pockets and waited for them like old men watching people play chess in the park.

As soon as Byron returned, they ran over.

"Your Mommy is sick. Don't get too close to her. Be good and go back to your room to sleep." Byron stopped them and carried Maeve upstairs to his room.

Of course, the two kids refused. One made the medicine and another made oatmeal. The division of labor was quite clear. Maeve's fever had already subsided, but she was still unconscious and occasionally coughed.

She could actually hear the two kids whispering at the side, as well as Theo's dissatisfied snort after being stopped from feeding Maeve. Will comforted him from the side.

Maeve had yet to recover, and the two kids couldn't be sick. It was not worth it. Byron simply dragged them out of the room and let them sleep.

The two little ones instantly became furious. 'Stinky Daddy!'

Byron returned to the bed and picked up the cold medicine cup on the table,

Realizing who was feeding her medicine, what Maeve had heard during the day flashed across her mind. Her stomach churned, and she suddenly lay on the bed and retched. Her face was as pale as paper.

Byron immediately patted her back and said softly, as if he was afraid of scaring her, "Are you feeling very uncomfortable? You'll feel better after drinking the medicine first." "Don't touch me." Maeve wanted to brush his hand away, but she did not have the strength. Her face was filled with resistance. "I feel disgusted just looking at you." Byron's expression darkened. "What did you say?"

"I said, I feel disgusted when I see you," Maeve repeated word by word. "I don't want to see you now. Get out." The air froze for a moment. Even the air conditioner and warm air could not stop the coldness around Byron. He stared at Maeve's pale face and asked in a low voice, "When did you leave the Rose Pavilion yesterday?" Maeve clenched her fists tightly. She did not want to think about what happened next for even a second. If she had known that he would think of her as Molly, she would not have run back to him no matter what. "Mr. Mcdaniel, when did you chase me away? Don't tell me you've forgotten about it." Maeve sneered. "That's true. I don't know how to read people. I almost got in your way by staying there."

"I didn't say that." Byron's frown deepened. "Did you go to the fifth floor of Rose Pavilion yesterday?"

Even though he had already confirmed it on the surveillance camera, he still wanted to hear it from her.

The feeling that the woman gave him last night was the same as hers.

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Maeve clenched her fists tightly under the blanket. A sense of exhaustion overwhelmed her, and her vision began to blur.

It turned out that he could not even tell who he had slept with last night.