The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 55

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.

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

with a frosty

shrugged and left the

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barely two minutes later, she heard a loud

broom, only to hear the

washing

with broken shards with just one plate left in the

be... your first time washing dishes,

unreadable as he looked at

Maeve was momentarily speechless.

She thought,

how has he managed to live on his own all these

up the last remaining plate in the sink, Maeve was about to warn him to be careful. The next second,

shards at his

help but laugh in

don't you step out? I'll clean up

the gloves and made his

water the plants on the balcony for me? The watering can is on the flower

Byron replied lazily.

mess in

Watering the plants seems simple enough-definitely more

her worry and decided to check

shocking. All the plants looked like they'd been hit by

there he was,

rushed over and snatched the watering casu by texting with the other, not even noticing the poor, waterlogged green onions

from him, distressed. "You're drowning

water from the pots, trying

finally looked up from his phone, noticing the almost tearful expression on Maeve's face. His lips pressed into

the roses in his courtyard by overwatering them. At that time, Archer had nervously suggested hiring someone to take care of the

thinking, 'Have 1 inherited my grandfather's notorious black thumb, killing everything

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