The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 7

Not long after Byron sat down, Maeve's voice drifted out from the kitchen. "Mr. McDaniel, we're out of leeks in the fridge. Could you grab some from the balcony?" Byron raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

veggie pots, not flowers.

Most people's balconies were covered with bright flowers and decorative plants, but not Maeve's. Hers was more like a tiny vegetable farm, crammed with leeks, spring onions, and lettuce. Even the glass plant stand that Jeff had broken yesterday had been filled with Byron stepped out onto the balcony, taken aback by the jungle of green. To him, all the vegetables looked pretty much the

June.

He rubbed his temples, feeling a bit lost. Which ones are the leeks he muttered under his breath. "The scissors are on the shelf. Just cut a handful, not too much," Maeve called from the kitchen.

Byron pressed his lips into a thin line, grabbed the scissors, and snipped off a bunch of what he hoped were leeks. With a slight frown, he walked back into the kitchen. Maeve glanced at the bunch in his hand, nearly speechless. These are spring onions.

She shook her head in disbelief. How can he not tell the difference between leeks and spring onions? Seriously, how clueless can someone be about basic stuff? she thought. brown eyes narrowed. "You didn't t exactly point out which ones were the leeks."

Byron's

Maeve bit her lip and sighed. "My bad. I'll get them myself. But thanks for trying"

Fifteen minutes later, Maeve set two bowls of potato leek soup and a dish of mac and cheese on the table. The presentation was basic, but it looked decent enough.

dig in," Maeve said with a smile

picking up his fork, his movements smooth and practiced. But the moment he took a

thought, struggling to comprehend that she actually believed she was

terrible, and even the mac and cheese something that was supposed to be foolproof-was a complete catastrophe. His taste buds felt like they were under

managed only two bites before setting his fork down and reaching for his jacket. "I just remembered. I've got something urgent

you

right now." Byron's face was dark as he walked out of the apartment, leaving Maeve to stifle a

some spaghetti around her fork and took a bite, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. Well, that should clear up any misunderstandings from

to head out. When she checked her phone, which had been on silent, she saw several missed calls from her parents. They must have found out she hadn't registered her marriage with Jeff. Once Maeve made up her mind, she never looked back. Now,

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Maeve was about to start sorting through some fashion sketches when her boss. Piers Robinson, called her into his

straight to the point. "And that you even had him hauled off

about it; he was well-connected with Jeff's father,

I ended things with him. He

seriousness in Maeve's eyes, he realized this wasn't just some heat-of-the-moment spat. A twinge of unease crept in about the