The Heir's Secret Bride

When the lights were turned on, there was still no one inside.

Byron walked in with heavy steps. His indifferent gaze swept around and landed on the two extra small pillows on the bed.

It was evident that during his absence, the two little ones had been clinging to their mother so much.

The things they used for sleeping had all been moved here.

On the contrary, not a single item of his could be seen.

Byron's brows furrowed slightly and he felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest. Glancing sideways, he saw Will's exercise book on the table, with a recording pen on top of it that he usually used to record his daily life.

It was a birthday gift he gave to Will when he was two years old. He hardly ever left it behind.

Perhaps due to the telepathy between father and son, Byron immediately guessed that this was deliberately left for him by Will.

He picked up the recording pen and casually pressed the switch.

The default setting of this recording pen was to start playing from the last recording.

Will's soft voice came through. "Mom, do you still like Dad?"

Byron was slightly taken aback. Realizing something, his breathing became uneven, sometimes light and sometimes heavy

Then, Maeve's gentle and affirmative answer came from the recording pen. "Yes, I like him. I've always liked him. Let me tell you a secret. Mom's first love was your dad. Perhaps because of this, my feelings for him have never changed. I don't think they will change in the future either."

Byrons breathing, which had just calmed down a bit, suddenly became heavier when he heard this sentence, as if his heart had been hit hard by something.

Maeve said that she liked him.

She had always liked him.

And it wouldn't change in the future.

Byron sat on the edge of the bed and raised his hand to cover his eyes that were on the verge of showing his emotions. The tips of his ears under his black hair uncontrollably turned a light red and spread to his neck. Then, he pressed the replay button. Again.

One more time.

And again...

He listened to it over and over again, countless times, as if he didn't know what it meant to get tired of it. He listened to Maeve's affectionate words that she had never said to him face to face.

The sweetness seeped into his heart from her voice, ready to burst out.

After a long time.

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Byron stood up. Originally, he wanted to put the recording pen back on the table, but after thinking about it, he put it in his coat pocket. Glancing at the textbook homework on the table and Will's sacred books that he had forgotten to take away.

He picked up the sacred books and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, the sacred books were pressed together with the textbook. When he took one, it moved the others, and accidentally knocked down the vase placed at the corner of the table. With a crisp cracking sound, the vase shattered into pieces.

Byron frowned slightly. Remembering how nervous Maeve was about this vase, several similar antique substitutes quickly flashed through his mind.

At that moment, a stack of origami papers under the fragments caught his attention.

A glint of darkness flashed in Byron's eyes. He picked up the stack of papers that were stuck together, yellowish and with water stains.

Opening it up, he saw that on the top of the first one was Pregnancy Test Report of First Hospital.

'Was this the real reason why Maeve was so nervous about this vase?'

Byron raised his eyebrows and looked down. His originally relaxed expression gradually became tense.

He wasn't a professional doctor, but when he found out that Maeve was pregnant a few years ago, he had read quite a few related books. These reports didn't seem right.

Byron pondered for a few seconds, then took a photo and sent it to Ray, asking him, as a professional, to take a look.

Ray: [Damn it! Do you have to be this capable? How long has it been since Little Mae got pregnant again??]

Byron: [No. Help me see what's wrong with these reports.]

Ray: [Brother, I'm a surgeon, not a gynecologist! Forget it, forget it. Wait a moment. I'll get the gynecologist next door to help take a look.]

Ray: [Byron, I remember that you and Little Mae only have Will as a child?]

Byron: [Be straightforward.]

Ray: [These reports show that she was clearly pregnant with twins!]

There was a detailed date on the report. It was something that happened four years ago.

Byron's eyes suddenly darkened. Looking at the description sent by the director next door that Ray forwarded to him, it entered his eyes but didn't integrate into his thoughts. His mind was firmly occupied by the word twins. Maeve was pregnant with twins back then. One of them was Will So what about the other one?'

Byron's expression was gloomy. A surge of anger rose from his chest as he let out a low, cold snort. "Maeve, you're really good."

She had hidden it from him so thoroughly that not a single trace had been revealed even after such a long time.

What is she trying to do by hiding my child?'

Byron clenched the stack of reports tightly with his knuckles turning white, then turned around and strode out.

Seeing that he hadn't replied for a long time, Ray was worried that something had gone wrong and called to ask him what he 17:15 Tue, Dec 3.

planned to do next.

The fact that Maeve was hiding a child was completely unexpected.

If he was Byron, he would probably be furious.

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Byron walked out of the apartment with his phone. The door closed, bringing a gust of cold air that seemed to freeze in his cold reply.

"What else can I do? Of course, go and catch them."

*****On the other side of the world, in the capital of Erancia.

Maeve and the two little ones had a pleasant first night under Laren's hospitality. The next day, he took them out to go sightseeing.

It was mainly the two little ones who were playing, while Maeve took pictures of them as souvenirs beside them.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She was going to start studying at the headquarters of Trazir tomorrow. After that, she was afraid that she wouldn't have time to accompany them so she wanted to take them around to have fun first.

Loren got along well with them. No matter how much they made a fuss, he would accompany them. Sometimes, he was even more childish than them, and there was no sign of the kingly demeanor he usually had when directing things in the weapons factory. Maeve felt as if she had brought three children out to play.

After playing, they were sweating all over, and she had to wipe their sweat one by one.

Loren was originally watching Maeve wipe the sweat off the two little ones, but for some reason, his heart suddenly skipped a beat and he obediently lowered his head.

"Why are you like them?" Maeve smiled and wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief. "All done."

Loren's heart was filled with a tinge of joy. "Sister Maeve, you're so nice."

Maeve patted his curly hair and stuffed the balloon she had just bought into his hand. "Each of the little kids has one. You take this one too. It's getting late. Let's go back quickly."

Loren had been left to his own devices since he was young. His mother was in poor health and didn't take much care of things. His maternal grandmother was busy with government affairs and rarely saw him. Among the royal family members, he had a better relationship with his uncle Hosea.

However, Hosea wouldn't coax him like a child.

Only Maeve would dote on him. She would bring him a share of delicious food and drinks, prepare gifts for him carefully on his birthday, and even make oatmeal for him when he was sick.

It was no different from having a biological sister.

Looking at the balloon in his hand, Loren kept grinning foolishly on his face.

Will noticed it quietly and asked Theo quietly, "Why does Uncle Loren look not so smart?"

"His IQ is all focused on weapons research," Theo whispered back to him. "Don't look at him like this. He made all the small cannons under my pillow. And he only acts like this in front of people he's close to."

Will was helpless. 'Haven't you cleared out the things under your pillow yet?'