The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve instantly felt guilty. She felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness.

However, nothing but a few drops of water and a few leaves came out of the vase.

Byron raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Maeve teasingly. "I thought you were hiding something in the vase."

Maeve had mixed feelings about his accusation and retorted, "Who would hide something in a vase?"

As expected, she was overthinking, which is why she had dreams about this vase.

"That's not what your expression just said." Byron teased.

As soon as he finished speaking, Byron put down the vase and walked to the edge of the bed to sit down. He raised his hand and touched Maeve's forehead. "You're not burning up anymore

Maeve felt the warmth of his palm. She did not know whether it was because she was sick and more fragile than usual or for some other reason, but she suddenly wanted to tell Byron that Theo was actually his son. "Byron, I..." Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a kiss.

Byron wrapped one hand around her neck and held the back of her head. His other hand was on the side of her face. He kissed her slowly and passionately.

Maeve was afraid of infecting him, so she whimpered and tried to push him away.

"I have a cold!" She reminded him.

"I'm not afraid." Byron chuckled softly. His voice was extremely charming. "Sweating a little is good for your recovery, right?? Maeve's heart fluttered. She felt like her body was burning from head to toe, and her skin flushed red. Byron seemed to like kissing her eyelids every time. He placed soft, long kisses on them until her eyelashes fluttered wildly, and she clenched her clammy fingers.

Only then did he move down, kiss her soft, slender neck, and leave a bright red mark on it.

When Byron saw the mark, the frustration in his chest subsided slightly. He asked Maeve in a hoarse voice, "What did you want to say just now?"

Maeve's mind was still buzzing from Byron's kisses. It took her a long time to recover and recall what she wanted to say. "That's right. I want to talk to you about Leo," she said hesitantly

Byron hummed softly. "What about him?"

Maeve finally made up her mind and grabbed his shirt. "His father is..."

Byron's phone suddenly rang, interrupting Maeve again.

Byron dismissed the call. "Ignore it. Continue."

The courage Maeve had worked so hard to muster was gone

instantly.

'Maybe today wasn't the right time?' She reckoned.

"It's nothing. You can pick up the phone first," Maeve sighed gloomily.

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Byron brushed his fingers through her long hair. "Wait for me."

He took the phone from the table and answered it bluntly, "If this isn't important, report to me tomorrow."

After a few seconds, the person on the other end said something Byron slowly frowned and didn't have a pleasant expression on his face.

After he hung up, Maeve asked, "What happened?"

"There's been an accident at our overseas pharmaceutical company. I have to fly out of the country tomorrow morning at eight."

Maeve looked at the time and was about to remind Byron to rest and avoid being sleepy tomorrow. However, he suddenly pressed his body against hers. Before Maeve could react, Byron pushed her nightgown to her waist, and her legs felt slightly cold.

She was a little confused. "What are you doing?"

"This business trip will take at least three days. We don't have much time. Let's do this quickly," Byron calmly said as he bit the belt on her nightgown. Maeva was quickly aroused. She felt her mind go blank, and her hands were too weak to push him away.

"It's almost three o'clock. What can we do with so little time? You might as well sleep!" She managed to say.

Hearing this, Byron narrowed his eyes menacingly. "Four hours is enough time."

Maeve wanted to say something else, but Byron's overwhelmingly seductive kiss drowned out her words.

It seemed like he wanted to make up for what he could not do during his time away in the next few days. Naturally, Maeve did not get up to see him off the next day. She did not wake

up until past

eleven o'clock.

She recalled last night's frenzy and the damp bedsheets and instantly blushed. They were so wet that they couldn't sleep in them.

She thought it was not possible to have sex in that short amount of time.

Byron preferred to have sex, indulge in her body, and catch up on sleep on the plane. He was really talented.

'Is my body that attractive? Does he like me or my body more?' Maeve thought.

Maeve felt a little dejected. She lifted the blanket and realized that the bedsheets had been changed-no wonder she did not feel uncomfortable sleeping. Byron probably changed them and did not wake her up.

The gloominess in her heart eased a little. She looked around the room and suddenly felt a lot more lonely.

Over the past few days, Byron had kept her well-fed. She made her own breakfast, but she felt it tasted a bit bland.

She usually enjoyed spicy food but made non-spicy and nutritious meals because her kids needed to have a healthy diet.

Byron couldn't do this and made food according to Maeve's preferences.

Maeve didn't realize she would look like a hypocrite if she ate spicy food while the children ate simple food like flan. It wasn't fair to them.

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She suddenly realized how vulnerable she was and felt an overwhelming heartache.

'Byron has just left, and I am already missing him. What should I do?' She contemplated.

The children could feel their mother's low spirits and knew why she was downcast, so they quickly thought of a way to distract her.

"Mommy, we're having an Arts and Theatrical festival on the third of next month. Our class will act out a play. Guess what role Will and I will play!" Theo held Maeve's arm and shook it to get her attention. Maeve was immediately interested. "What role will you play?"

An obvious blush appeared on Will's cute face. "Theo, you'll spoil the surprise if you tell her now. Let's wait until later..

"Don't be embarrassed just because you don't have a good role!" Theo looked smug. "Mommy, I'm playing a prince!"

Maeve noticed Will's face was getting redder and became even more curious. "What about you, Will?"

"Pfft-he's playing a witch!" Theo said smugly.

As soon as Theo spoke, Will's face turned red as a tomato.

"The roles we got must have been wrong. How can a boy play the role of a witch?" Will blushed and made sure to express his dissatisfaction with his role.

Maeve thought the opposite, 'A witch? How nice! My son will look so adorable playing a witch.

"Have you decided on your costumes? Can I make them for you?" Maeve asked.

The boys felt their mother had a bad taste in fashion. While Theo gloated about his role, Will... had a choice to make.

Without hesitation, he chose to make their mother happy instead of refusing her offer.

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