The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 7

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 as

her before picking up his fork, his movements smooth and practiced. But the moment

it taste this awful?' he thought, struggling to comprehend that she actually believed

downright terrible, and even the mac and cheese something that was supposed to be foolproof-was a complete catastrophe.

before setting his fork down and reaching for his jacket. "I just remembered.

you haven't

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

across her face. Well, that should clear up any misunderstandings

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to start sorting through some fashion sketches when her boss. Piers Robinson, called her

a blowup. Piers said, getting straight to the point. "And that you even

he was well-connected with Jeff's

things with him. He

he realized this wasn't just some heat-of-the-moment spat. A

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