The Heir's Secret Bride

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It could be seen that Alexis did not look down on her because of her background. Maeve's eyes felt a little sour for no reason.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't sad at all when she heard those people gossiping about her at the banquet and when she was the first one to be suspected of stealing the lost item.

She could not show it. Otherwise, those people would seize her weakness and attack her even more.

However, Maeve never expected that Alexis, who used to have the greatest opinion of her, would actually stand on her side.

"Thank you," Maeve said softly.

"Don't worry too much. Gilbert is sensible and loves you so much. He won't have any opinions about you just because of your background," Alexis comforted her. "However, Jason might bring up Laurel's last wish. This is something that can't be changed, so you might have to suffer for a while."

Alexis meant that engagement was fine, but marriage might be a little difficult.

Maeve understood what she meant. "We're not in a hurry to get married. It's too early to talk about this

"That's true. I can't interfere too much with your discussion," Alexis sighed.

She only hoped that her son and Maeve would be fine. This way, she could make up for the damage and debt she had caused him in the past. Maeve chatted with Alexis for a while. When he saw that Byron did not come downstairs for a long time, she could not help but go up to look for him. 'Don't get beaten up...

When she went over, the servant happened to come out after delivering water. Thinking that she was going in, the servant did not close the door tightly. Maeve walked to the door and was hesitating whether to knock and enter when she heard Byron's low and indifferent voice coming from inside.

"This is all temporary. It won't be long before I break off this relationship with her, so you don't have to worry."

"Have you thought about it? Have you discussed it with Maeve?"

"I've made up my mind."

Gilbert nodded. "Maeve's situation is different from before. She's at a disadvantage. I'm relieved that you think that way."

All the color drained from Maeve's face, which suddenly turned deathly pale. Her heart seemed to clench tightly, making it almost impossible for her to catch her breath.

She held on to the wall as she made her way downstairs. Her pace quickened, as if she were trying to escape some reality.

In the study, Gilbert let out a long sigh. "You've never seen your grandmother. It doesn't matter if you don't abide by her last -wish. I believe she will understand you."

A ripple appeared on Byron's calm and composed face. "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

"What's there to be sorry about?" Gilbert waved his hand. "You and Maeve have been separated for so long. It's not easy for you to be together again. How can I be heartless enough to break you up? On the other hand, you're not the only one who has the final say in the matter of remarriage. You have to see what Maeve thinks."

At the mention of this, Byrop hesitated slightly.

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Gilbert's eyes were sharp. He immediately saw the problem. "Don't tell me you haven't gotten Maeve's approval?"

"Yes, I plan to mention it to her after some time."

No matter what, he had to wait for the current relationship to transition smoothly before he could enter the next stage.

Gilbert smiled. "You're used to planning everything before you do anything, but have you forgotten that relationships can't be planned? The two of you have to do business and measure yourselves. That's how you live."

This grandson of his acts with great vigor and determination, having a tough and resolute approach.

However, when it comes to matters of the heart, he is completely blank. He has no experience and doesn't know how to get along with girls.

And Maeve happens to be a delicate and sensitive person. When dealing with this overly rational grandson of his, she is bound to be at a disadvantage.

It all depends on how they adjust to each other.

Maeve didn't know if she was at a disadvantage, but it was true that she was angry.

After leaving the Mcdaniel family, she was still depressed.

Byron noticed this and said casually, "What did Alexis tell you?"

"Nothing much. She's just trying to enlighten me." Maeve looked out the window and tried to sound as calm as possible. "She told me not to care about what others think."

"Do

you

still care what others think?".

If the situation at the banquet was disadvantageous to her, she could retaliate without fear of offending anyone.

Facing outsiders, her bones had never been soft.

Maeve turned around and looked at him for a few seconds. "Depending on the situation."

If the people she cares about do care, she will also be affected.

Byron looked at her thoughtfully and did not say anything.

They walked all the way to the apartment in silence.

Before getting out of the car, the struggle in Maeve's heart finally came to an end.

She let go of her palm that had been scratched by her fingertips and exhaled. "Byron, I'm very grateful that you helped me out this time and didn't let me be humiliated in public. This relationship will do you more harm than good, so after the storm dies down, if you want to break off the engagement, I won't have any objections. Ljust hope it won't be long." Strictly speaking, she was the beneficiary of this engagement and had no right to condemn him.

In fact, she was already very surprised that he could stand up for her at that time.

She shouldn't have been greedy and wanted more.

She did not have the right to ask for more now.

However, in Byron's ears, her words were no different from her wanting to annul the engagement even though they had just

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gotten engaged.

She was trying to draw a line between them, and her tone sounded very reserved and polite.

The intimacy of the past seemed to be written off with her.

Byron's eyes were filled with coldness as he stared at her face without blinking. "Is this what you really mean?"

"Yes."

"Very good." Byron revealed a mocking expression. "Maeve, I've never seen anyone more heartless than you."

He could finally tell.

She didn't seem to care much about him.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be thinking about these things as soon as she got engaged.

If he looked at her again, he would be so cheap.

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Byron pushed open the car door and got out. His slender legs took large strides, and his angry figure quickly disappeared from the apartment building.

Maeve pursed her lips tightly, her bright eyes filled with confusion and grievance. 'Isn't this what he wanted? Why is he getting angry?'

She tactfully offered him an out, suggesting that he get ready to break off the engagement as soon as possible. And yet he had the nerve to say that she was ungrateful?

Maeve returned to her apartment, physically and mentally exhausted. The crazy, ear-piercing singing that seemed to be dancing on her eardrums came from the living room, making her almost want to turn around and leave immediately.

She quickly walked to the living room and looked at Theo, who was standing on the sofa with his head held high and a small microphone in his hand. She asked shakily, "Baby, why are you practicing at night?"

"Mommy, you're back!" Theo's childish voice was magnified several times through the microphone. It was the complete opposite of the feeling of singing just now. "Isn't the singing competition about to begin? I'm practicing. Otherwise, how can I carry a trophy back for Mommy!" Maeve choked. 'It is a good thing that you are confident, but aren't you overconfident? However, even the principal and Mr. Soar think that Theo sings well. As his mother, how could I not believe him?'

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