The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 55

"Maeve, do you really think I would agree to such an unreasonalde request?" Byron's gaze darkened, his tone icy as he questioned her. "Unreasonable?" Maeve smiled. "Why is it only reasonable when Jm the one doing everything?"

She wasn't his actual maid. She had taken on these tasks out of gratitude for his letting her stay, but that didn't mean he should treat her like she was hired help. A flicker of

of sadness crossed Maeve's eyes, but she said nothing more, lowering her head to continue eating her pasta

In her haste, she ended up swallowing too quickly and started choking.

Maeve coughed so hard that tears sprang to her eyes as she fumbled for a tissue.

Byron pushed the tissue box toward her, frowning as he watched her struggle, her nose now red from crying.

He thought. Is she really this upset just because I won't help with the housework?

"Enough," Byron said, his voice firm. "It's just housework. Are you really going to cry over something so trivial?"

He

thought,

"What a ridiculous woman.

не

Maeve fina finally managed to catch her breath, missing most of what he had said. All she caught was, "It's just housework She amed to him. "So, are you going to help or not?" Byron glanced at her tear-streaked face and scoffed. "If I say no, are you going to stop cooking?"

Til still cook," Maeve said, sniffling, but only for myself." Byron was left t speechless.

Finishing her pasta, Maeve stood up. Seeing the cold expression on Byron's face, she deliberately asked. "Are you still planning to eat dinner? If you are, you can wash the dishes tonight. If not, I'll head to my room." He didn't respond.

She picked up

empty plate and started to walk away. She had taken several steps when a low, cold voice came from behind her. "Don't think you can just brush me off with a plate of pasta." Maeve's eyes twinkled with amusement, barely holding back a smile. He actually agreed.

Since he was willing to cooperate, Maeve decided to be generous and made him a full meal: two dishes and a soup.

After dinner, Byron rolled up his sleeves with a displeased expression and headed into the kitchen.

He had never washed a dish in his life, thinking, 'Maeve certainly has some nerve.

use warm water," Maeve advised as she walked over, handing him a pair of gloves. "Your right hand just healed, so it's better to avoid cold water-it could make your bones ache." She had already washed most of the dishes, and there weren't many left, so it shouldn't

with a frosty

shrugged and left the

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heard a loud crash from the

to hear the

washing dishes

and found the floor littered with broken shards with just one

mouth twitched. This wouldn't happen to be... your first time washing dishes,

unreadable as he

Maeve was momentarily speechless.

She thought,

to live on his own all these years?

plate in the sink, Maeve was about to warn him to be careful. The next second, that plate, too, shattered in his

the shards at his feet, his brows

help but laugh in exasperation, thinking, "What a wasteful

step out? I'll clean up

gloves and made his

for me? The watering can is

Byron replied lazily.

Maeve mess in

washing dishes, or just smashing them? Watering the plants seems simple enough-definitely more suited to him. After

her

shocking. All the plants

he was,

texting with the other, not even

from him, distressed. "You're

the excess water from the pots,

almost tearful expression on Maeve's face. His lips pressed into

when he had almost killed the roses in his courtyard by overwatering them. At that time, Archer had nervously suggested hiring someone to take care of the flowers. Since then, he hadn't bothered with

frowned slightly, thinking, 'Have 1 inherited my grandfather's notorious black thumb, killing everything he tried to

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