The Heir's Secret Bride

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After peeling the apple, Maeve didn't bother asking this time-she just took a big bite.

She had rushed through lunch earlier, worried about getting here quickly, so she hadn't eaten enough.

After finishing the apple, she grabbed a banana, peeled it, and ate that too. Once that was done, her hand reached for the grapes. Byron couldn't take it anymore. He glared at her, clearly annoyed. "Maeve, are you here to take care of me or to raid the fruit basket?" Holding a grape, Maeve blinked innocently. "You said you didn't need my help, so what's wrong with me eating some fruit?"

Suddenly remembering something, she put the grapes back and asked in a small voice, "These fruits in the hospital room aren't extra, are they? Do we have to pay for them?" Byron had been ready to give her a piece of his mind, but when he saw her genuinely worried about being charged for eating the fruit, the words got stuck in his throat. He found it almost funny. "Weren't you the one who said when we got married that you'd earn enough to support me? And now you're worried about a few pieces of fruit?" "It's not that... I'm just trying to save where I can," Maeve mumbled. "The nurse told me yesterday that these VIP rooms we're staying in cost several hundred dollars a day."

"So?"

fine and can be discharged tomorrow, but you're still seriously injured and should probably stay longer." Maeve frowned. "But my bank account can't handle too much more." Back when she was working at her last job, a portion of her salary had to go to her family. The only way she saved money was through freelancing.

She had managed to save up a decent amount, which was why she could now suggest that Byron stay longer in the VIP room, even though it was clearly stressing her out. Her expression showed how much it pained her to spend the money, yet her words were generous.

Byron raised an eyebrow. He'd almost forgotten that the top-floor VIP rooms at First Hospital were beyond what she could afford.

But she had no idea that Mcdaniel Group owned shares in the hospital, meaning they didn't have to pay for any of the

expenses.

"You don't need to worry about it," Byron said calmly. "We ended up in this mess because someone tampered with the car- it was bad luck meant for someone else. The hospital bills are being covered; you don't need to pay anything." "Is your boss covering it?" Maeve looked up in surprise. "But what about the compensation for that Maybach...?" your

The car had been totaled, beyond repair. Honestly, she'd already mentally prepared herself to be in debt for the rest of her life paying it off. Byron's eyes narrowed slightly. "Someone will cover it."

That car was the oldest and most valuable limited-edition model in his collection. Neville would definitely be paying for it.

Maeve's

expression shifted from shock to disbelief. "Rich people really are that generous these days?"

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and they aren't even asking

made sense. After all, Byron had essentially saved his

so naive and out of touch, Byron scoffed. "How many rich people have

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muttered as she popped a grape into her mouth. "After meeting him, I figured all rich people

"That's b

seen too little of the

Iso?"

decided I'm done getting involved with rich

gaze lingering

what does

out, there's some truth to the saying that being well-matched in status really matters." She propped her chin on her hand and smiled at Byron. "Lucky for me, you're just a driver. It makes things much more relaxed between us." Without the pressure of a powerful family background hanging

her, a flicker of

my being a mere driver is what makes things

in front of him, he suddenly lost his appetite. After finishing the meal and tidying up the table,

was startled

She answered groggily, still

"Maeve, where hav

The

If-asleep.

into my account-did you forget, or are you just ignoring me?" last traces of sleepiness faded as Maeve eve sat up, her right shoulder aching from the awkward position she'd

I'm in the hospital," she said, rubbing her shoulder, her voice laced with fatigue. "And I've made it clear already-whoever spent that money should be the one to pay it back. I'm not doing it." "You're in the hospital?" Valda's tone was skeptical. "Which hospital? Are your hands still working? Can you transfer the money? Mr. Graves has been hounding us like crazy, demanding immediate payment, and we've got nothing left..." When Jeff initially asked for the money, he had said they could pay it back slowly. But within just a few days, he'd turned aggressive, demanding payment as if he were

hope Maeve had for some understanding

slept all afternoon, she felt more exhausted than

Horace in an accident, would you be this calmly demanding money from him?" Maeve

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