The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 15

Byron guided Maeve back to the bedroom before stepping out. Less than half an hour later, he returned with a plate of spaghetti.

The aroma was mouthwatering. The pasta was tender, drenched in a zesty tomato sauce, and finished with a sprinkle of Parmesan and fresh basil. It was simple, satisfying, and absolutely delicious. "Wow. I never took you for such a great cook." Maeve said, her voice full of surprise. "This spaghetti is fantastic. Thanks."

Byron leaned back against the table, arms crossed, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Just shut up and eat. Don't waste time talking"

If she hadn't looked so pitiful and defeated, Byron wouldn't have lifted a finger to cook. No one else could've convinced him to go to such lengths.

But Maeve wasn't put off by his cold demeanor. She could see right through his tough-guy act. If he were truly as indifferent as he liked to pretend, he would have just shrugged her off and let her fend for herself.

"Anyway, than

thanks for coming to my rescue," Maeve said with a smile, her dimples adding a delicate charm to her pale face, like a rose blooming after a rain. held on her his brows slightly furrowed and his brown eyes darker.

He wondered if Maeve's gratitude was just a way to flirt with him. "No need to thank me," he said coolly. Just think of it as repaying the favor you did for me"

Maeve said

said nothing more. After finishing her meal and taking some stomach medicine she found in the house, she felt a bit better and was even able to scroll through her phone. She hadn't been to the office in two days, and even though she was on leave, her manager. Piers, had still called her out in the group chat, throwing shade about her absence. His message basically screamed that anyone thinking of jumping ship was just slacking off and coasting through Maeve rolled her eyes, shaking off the comments, and opened a message from a colleague.

The message read: [We're having a department dinner this Friday to say goodbye to you. You've always had something come up before, but since we've all worked together, you should definitely come this time, right?]

The invitation was worded in such a way that turning it down would feel downright rude. Her colleagues had only been giving her grief because Jeff had told them to.

Now that they thought she was leaving for good, she wouldn't have to put up with them anymore. One last gathering didn't seem like such a big deal.

the barrage of calls from her parents. She got

in, followed by a group of workers

McDaniel, who are these people?"

as he directed the workers to move the new

room..

promised to deliver the bed,

forgotten my order," Maeve said, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Since you've already

pay for this

support him, she

and assumed she was disappointed about not sharing a bed with him in the future. He inwardly sneered, doubting whether

worry about it," Byron said. "This

hundred bucks, maybe. But given his pay as a driver, it might

a symbol of a high-end furniture brand known for its custom-made luxury pieces. These beds were so exclusive that even if you had the cash, getting one was a whole different ball

design of the furniture exuded a refined, understated luxury. What was

Maeve

herself.

where Byron had bought the furniture. She'd never come across such stylish yet

finished with

books on the shelf, glanced at her and, for once, responded,

me, but your wound,"

first-a

"It's time to change the

an eyebrow, surprised. "How do you know I haven't changed

Byron