The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 54

Maeve's attention had long drifted over to their conversation. When she heard that Byron planned to be discharged in just two days, she was taken aback. Given how serious his injuries were, staying in the hospital for a month would have been minimal. She thought, It has only been a little over a week, and he is already talking about leaving? She couldn't help but voice her concern. "Mr. Medaniel, your body hasn't fully recovered yet. Leaving the hospital now might slow down your recovery..." Byron didn't even look at her, his tone cold. "That's not your concern."

Maeve felt a sharp sting in her chest and quickly turned her head to hide the sudden moisture in her eyes. She thought. What is going on? What have I done to upset him?

This frosty atmosphere lingered even after Byron was discharged from the hospital.

Maeve had just started at Ĕternal

Hope and and was still

Meanwhile, Byron was swamped with work that hadding her footing, so she'd been busy these past few days trying to get up to speed

Both of them Maeve

had piled up during his hospital stay, spending most of his time in the study.

seemed intent on avoiding each other. Even though they lived under the same roof, they rarely crossed paths, except during meals or when necessary. resolved not to speak to him unless absolutely necessary.

was frustrated, too. She

Today, she stayed late at the office, nearly until 8:30 PM, to finish reviewing Eternal Hope's design archives.

As she waited by the curb for a cab, a white Ferrari pulled up beside her. The window rolled down, revealing Alex's warm and refined face. I'll give you a ride," Alex said.

Maeve, why are you heading home so late? Hop declined without hesitation. "Thank you, Mr. Brown, but I'll just catch a cab.

Recalling wha

"It's tough to get a cab at this hour, and

Maeve

what Ava had mentioned be it's not safe for ay Softly. "Do I need to get out and open the woman to be out alone," Alex said gently. "Come on, get in." Maeve checked the time. It was late, and recent news reports about safety flashed through her mind, making her reconsider.

Alex chuckled

door for you?"

head. "Then... I

getting in the car, she gave him her address, and Alex entered it into

on the road. Maeve nodded slightly. "Everything's going well. The work is interesting, and my colleagues are all very kind." Glad to hear

at a red light, Alex's gaze

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your eye immediately, but there

Her

with delicate features that were so and gentle. Her eyes, reflecting the light, sparkled like stars. A

"Did you just come from a paint session? You've got something

in surprise and quickly pulled out her phone to check. Sure enough, there was a smudge of pink paint on

nose

too close while drawing and accidentally brushed against it..." she explained, embarrassed, as she took out a tissue to wipe it off. "Better wash it off when you get home, Alex

Then,

of nowhere, a burst of inspiration struck him, breaking through the creative block he'd been stuck in. The image of rose on a snowy mountaintop.... Quickly jotting down this idea in his mind, he

idea would come to

а

and Maeve stepped out, leaning down to thank Alex through the window, "Thank you for driving me home, Mr. Brown. Take care on your way back." Of course, Alex replied

Maeve said, giving him

and headed into the building, taking the elevator up to

as soon as she opened the door, there he was, sitting on the sofa in

slightly bowed, his usually sharp features softened, giving him an air of cool detachment as he focused on the tablet in front of him. When he heard the door open, he didn't

and wrist casts had been removed, Maeve considered saying something but decided against it. Instead, she headed to the

picked some greens from

enticing aroma of

past ten minutes, he'd

the scene he'd seen from the window earlier, and his brows furrowed in frustration. He thought, "Laughing and smiling so brightly with another man outside, but the moment she stepped inside, she couldn't be bothered to say a word. What is that about? Has she gone mute?' Irritated, Byron tossed the tablet aside and was about to head back to his room when

with

а

a

placed it on the glass table, sat cross-legged on