The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 14

Before Maeve could process her thoughts, Byron's icy voice cut rough. "Wait until we're actually divorced before you meddle in our marriage." Maeve's heart skipped a beat at his words.

Byron didn't spare Valda another glance as he carried Macve to the car and ordered the driver to leave.

Valda watched helplessly as the car sped away, frustration written all over her face. She didn't know much about cars, but it was clear this one was far from ordinary-probably something only the wealthy could afford. She figured the driver was just a colleague of Byron's, showing off by borrowing the boss's car for a dramatic exit. Once they were in the the car. Byron settled Maeve into the seat beside him, then straightened up and took his own seat my mother's words

if

Maeve her tone steady as she regained her composure. She and added cautiously, "No matter is, if a driver, an honest living deserves respect," Byron glanced at her, his face unreadable but his curiosity piqued. He wondered. If I weren't the CEO of the Mcdaniel Group, would she have gone to all this trouble to marry me? Would she still be putting on this act now? How long can she keep up the pretense? So, you're saying you'd stick with me even if life go was clear she had overthought things-he was just a driver, after all Byron asked, his f his tone casual.

It

She nodded firmly, "I "I won't regret my decision, and I have I

I married you of my own free will."

this. Maeve felt a surprising wave of relief. have no intention of getting a voice they faced some rough patches. it was her choice. With a little extra effort, their future didn't have to look so bleak.

Even in

She wanted to make it clear that her mother's words didn't reflect her own fe skillfully sidestepping the real issue. If that's the way it was, he didn't mind playing along, indulging in this little "poor man's game."

Byron lowered his gaze, a faint, unreadable smile playing at his lips. She was

Apartments. She must have fallen asleep in the car, and Byron had

rumbled loudly, a hungry protest. Clutching her belly, Maeve pushed aside the blanket and tried to get out of bed But Maeve had underestimated her condition. As soon as her feet hit the floor, her vision blurred,

her forehead, she reached for the shards, only to have a strong hand

without her noticing. "What are you doing?" Byron asked, his brow furrowed, making his already stern

some water from the living room, but I knocked

onto the bed,

Sorry, Maeve murmured, her

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Chapter 14

tidied up the shattered glass and set a fresh glass of water on the bedside table. "Anything else you

simple plate of spaghetti would be fine. There should be ingredients in the fridge.

him with a blend of curiosity and skepticism, he didn't exactly seem like the type who would

kitchen.

stayed impassive. "Spaghetti, got it. I'll

he was about to leave, Maeve called after him, "Wait! I haven't had a chance to wash up in two

"You can't even stand. Are

flushed crimson. "N-No! That's not what I meant!" She waved her hands frantically, her voice a mix of embarrassment and urgency, "I just need to rinse my mouth and wash my face-nothing

ask for something like that, even

and pulled her out of bed. "Just lean on me, but don't get too close,"

just two days without

her face. Struggling to keep her balance, she leaned against the sink and used