The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 65 thoughts.

Maeve returned to her room uneasily and fell asleep while waiting for Byron's message. She only woke up at dusk. She subconsciously reached for the phone beside her pillow and opened the empty message interface. Her eyes grew dimmer until she became lost in her Byron did not reply to her message for the entire day. Not even a phone call. Perhaps he had forgotten, or perhaps he didn't want to accompany her to do such a boring thing. From his standpoint, whatever he did was reasonable. Still, Maeve didn't know why he would agree in the first place. Maeve buried her face in the pillow, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned pale.

At this moment, she heard voices coming from outside the door Among them was a blurry young man's voice.

Maeve raised her head at once. Her eyes lit up again with undisguised surprise. She hastily put on her fluffy slippers and trotted out of the ted out of the room. Maeve

eve followed the voices to the living room. When she saw Jett sitting on a chair chatting with Scott, her smile instantly disappeared. "Why are you here?" She frowned at Jeff, the rejection in her eyes obvious. The last tinte she went to the Graves family and exposed what Jeff had done, he had never appeared in front of her again. She wondered what he wanted to do this time

For some reason, Jeff smiled gently at Maeve, "When Valda fainted at home, I was the one who sent her to the hospital. Can't I visit her?"

These words ended Maeve's thoughts of chasing Jeff away. The strange feeling in her heart intensified. She did not think Jeff was so helpful.

"Is that so? Thank you very much, Maeve said indifferently and was about to return to her room.

Scott stopped Maeve. "Maeve, your mother went to buy groceries. I have a few work calls. Help me entertain our guest first.

Seeing through Scott's intentions, Maeve said calmly, I'm afraid not. I'm going back to the city center now. I still have work to finish tonight." She had planned to stay until after dinner, but now it seemed there was no need. 't you going to have dinner? Your mother went to buy groceries," Scott said disapprovingly.

"Aren't y

Don't worry.

guys another day." With any hesitation, Maeve returned to her

said to Jeff apologetically, "Mr. Graves, sorry for making you come for nothing. They were too

down a lot. "I didn't expect Maeve to forgive me immediately, but as long as her marriage isn't real,

to us. The man you saw at my daughter's house earlier might be an actor she hired." The reason why Maeve said her husband was too busy and could not

you for help with Maeve and me in the future. When

broadly, "Don't worry, Mr.

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Jeff caught up to her. "Maeve, I drove here. I'm returning to the city center too. Shall I give you a ride?"

anything else," "No need." Maeve's eyes were indifferent. "I don't need you to send me. I just want you to stay away

him mockingly. But what I did to you before, let me apologize Jell's tone was sincere. "I was blinded by greed and did many shameful things before. I'm sorry. You can punish me however you want. Now, I just want to be friends with you

into

in being friends with someone who has repeatedly broken the law and only knows how to force women into doing what he wants." With that, Maeve got i taxi and left.. a Jeff stood on the spot and breathed in a mouthful of

master bedroom in a daze, her emotions indescribable. Her intuition told her that Byron would not stand her up for no reason, nor would he disappear for an entire day without replying to her message. Moreover, the work he did looked ordinary, but it was very dangerous. Maeve wondered if something had happened to him. She could not sit still. She picked up her phone and

run out of battery. Maeve became more and more anxious. She stood, wanting to go out to look for Byron even

was about to automatically hang up was

up and she quickly brought the phone to her

of the phone was not Byron, but Karen's gentle voice. "Byron is taking a shower and doesn't have time to answer your

if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over her head, chilling her from head to toe. She opened her