The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 525 Chapter 525

'No wonder he thought of me as Molly. Is he asking me this to confirm if he slept with the wrong person last night? At the thought of this, Maeve almost couldn't breathe. She heard her voice as if it had been pulled out of her body. It was flat and hoarse. "No." She wasn't anyone's substitute.

Even he couldn't use this to hurt her again.

Upon hearing her answer, Byron's heart sank. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the edge of the bowl, and obvious light green blood vessels even appeared on the back of his hand 'How can it not be Maeve?' Byron did not waver in the slightest until he heard her answer with his own ears.

Sight and hearing could be blinded. The familiarity when they were having sex would not lie.

However, there was no need for Maeve to lie.

"Are you sure?" Byron's eyes were fixed on her face. It was as if a dark tide was silently engulfing the bottom of the deep sea. It was even more shocking.

When his face darkened, he always gave off an unapproachable coldness, especially at this moment.

Maeve lowered her eyes. The fatigue on her face perfectly covered up her mockery. "If I didn't leave back then, you have called security. Could I have stayed there? Do you think I'm cheap?" would

Now that she thought about it, he was probably in a hurry to chase her away because he thought she was too much of a hindrance.

"That is true. Since he asked me to break off the engagement for a tie, what else can he not do? He probably doesn't make a sudden decision, but has been preparing for a long time.' Maeve thought. Maeve's throat was filled with bitterness. She did not want to look at Byron anymore and closed her eyes to sleep.

Byron sat there stiffly. His strong jawline was infinitely taut.

There was a ball of depression in his chest that did not dissipate, dyeing his long and narrow eyes even darker.

After a long time, when his arm that was holding the medicine bowl was slightly numb, he pulled himself out of his long thoughts. His gaze was glued to Maeve, as if he had made a decision. "Maeve. Open your eyes and look at me. I have something to tell you."

Maeve did not open her eyes. Her head was leaning against the pillow, and her breathing was light. He couldn't tell if she was asleep.

There was a moment of struggle in Byron's heart. Perhaps it was better to hide it from her.

However, his pride and rationality did not allow him to do so.

Byron was about to speak again when Maeve suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him steadily. "I've already thought it through. Let's cancel the engagement," she said. Byron's expression suddenly changed.

His original intention in proposing the annulment was to test her.

'She actually agreed. Is it because of his previous attitude or because of Clem? Thinking of the tie, he thought the answer was undoubtedly the latter.

In an instant, Byron's gaze carried a hint of aggressive sharpness as he looked straight at Maeve. "Is this what you really mean?"

Maeve pursed her pale lips and suppressed the numbness in her heart. "Yes"

Byron's thin lips curled up coldly. "Very good."

He placed the medicine bowl back on the table and stood up. His tall and slender figure gave off an extremely oppressive aura as he looked down at her. "When I've thought it through, this engagement can be annulled at any time."

Maeve frowned. "Haven't you already thought about it? Why..."

"We have been engaged for less than a month. If we cancel the engagement now, there will definitely be a lot of discussion in the outside world. It will not be beneficial to the Mcdaniel Group's reputation," Byron said coldly, "I need time to prepare to ensure that our company will not be affected after we cancel the engagement."

His words were reasonable. Maeve couldn't refute it even if she wanted to.

She felt a chill in her heart.novelbin

On one hand, she agreed to cancel the engagement to test his true attitude. It could be considered a gamble.

She was betting that he couldn't bear to. But she had lost.

At the mention of an annulment, his first thought was that the company's interests and reputation would be damaged, as well as the discussions outside.

Like a cold computer, work and benefits always came first. The rest could occupy a pitifully small place in his heart.

It was the same for her.

"I understand." Maeve forcefully held back the tears in her eyes and buried her face in the pillow. She said in a low voice, "When the apartment is renovated, I'll move out. I'll transfer the rent to you tomorrow after I've calculated it."

When Byron heard that she was already so eager to cut ties with him even before the engagement was annulled, a trace of cold mockery flashed across Byron's eyes.

"No need. I don't need your breakup fee."

Upon hearing the words 'breakup fee, Maeve felt even more stifled and did not say a word.

She waited for a while, thinking that Byron had gone out, but he was still standing by the bed. He picked up the medicine bowl on the table.

"Why aren't you leaving yet? I'm going to sleep," she asked in a hoarse voice.

Drink the medicine." Byron handed over the bowl of medicine with a cold expression. "I don't want others to see you like this after we break up and say that I've abused you." Maeve was speechless.

Biting her lip, she reluctantly took the medicine bowl from him and took a sip. It was so bitter that she couldn't stand it.

"It is bitter..." Maeve muttered out of habit. Usually, at this time. Byron would stuff a sweet candy into her mouth to relieve

the bitterness.

Perhaps it was because of the missing candy, but Maeve felt that this bowl of medicine was even more bitter than the medicine she had before.

It was so bitter that her heart turned into a ball and twisted together tightly. With a hard twist, she could wring out bitter

water.

Byron ignored her discomfort and crossed his arms. There was no warmth in his eyes. 'Ray is right about one thing. There is no need to treat this kind of woman too well. The more I pamper her, the more she does not know what is good for her Maeve frowned and finally finished the bowl of medicine. Byron glanced at the remaining brown water at the bottom of the bowl and urged coldly, "Drink it all."

"It's too bitter. There's only a little left..."

"Do you want me to force you to drink it?"

Maeve's eyes instantly turned red. She stared at him in a daze for a few seconds, feeling uncomfortable from his overly cold and heartless tone.

She quickly lowered her eyes, picked up the medicine bowl, and drank the remaining medicine in one go.

Immediately after, the medicine bowl hit the table with a dull thud.

"Are you satisfied now?" Maeve asked word by word.

Byron retracted his gaze indifferently and left without saying anything.

After the door closed, Maeve lay back on the bed. Her body curled up as she tried to squeeze out the sadness that was about to overflow from her heart, but she could not do anything.

He had only said a few cold words to her, but she couldn't take it anymore.

How was she going

endure this period of time?

Outside the door, the two little ones did not go to sleep as Byron had instructed. Instead, they squatted in rows.

Byron was different. He stopped in front of them and said calmly, "Make some medicine better tomorrow. How bitter is it?"

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