The Heir's Secret Bride

hapter 97

At this moment, Byron turned to look at her and asked, "What are you daydreaming about?"

"Nothing." Maeve said, snapping out of her thoughts. She then walked up to him. "How come there's a tree here?"

"It's a gift from Ray." Byron's expression was indifferent. "He suddenly said he wanted to celebrate Christmas and went up the mountain with Jarrett to look for this kind of fir. He also sent one to me Actually, Ray and Jarrett went to steal trees behind the resort owned by Mcdaniel Group and got caught by someone who was sent to transplant the fir. Hence, the laborers who were supposed to transplant the fir ended up being them.

However, Byron thought there was no need to tell her this.

Maeve opened her mouth. "But Mr. Mcdaniel, Christmas trees are usually placed at home to create a festive atmosphere and are generally small and delicate. Isn't this one too tall?" It was ten feet tall.

Byron frowned slightly. "Are you talking about that kind of trash that is replaced every year and is such a hassle to dispose of? How can this tree not be comparable to that kind of thing?" 'Does this woman have any taste?' he thought.

The corner of Maeve's mouth began to twitch when she heard the words "trash that is such a hassle to dispose of".

She suddenly thought of a question. "Mr. Mcdaniel, is it okay for this tree to be planted in the courtyard? Will the landlord criticize you?"

Byron's expression froze. "No, the tenants have the right to use the courtyard here."

Maeve

e frowned in confusion. "Speaking of which, after living here for a while, I don't think I've seen any other tenants. We are not the only ones in the whole apartment building, right?" She guessed correctly.

The whole apartment building belonged to Byron, so there were naturally no other tenants.

"I'm not sure. I haven't paid attention." Byron looked away calmly. "If you're curious, you can knock on every door and ask."

"Forget it then. Maybe it's just a coincidence that we didn't run into them." Maeve's curiosity wasn't strong enough to go that far. Looking at the bare fir tree in front of her, she was a little tempted. "Can I decorate it then?"

"Up to you," Byron said indifferently. "I'm not interested in this kind of thing."

"Help me hold the ladder when the time comes then."

"Sure."

Sure.

but the complicated feelings within her still did not dissipate. Karen's words came to mind. She thought, 'With Byron's high and respectable status, you're not worthy of him at all. Was Karen referring to Mr. Mcdaniel's family background

tension in her chest, and she immediately discarded

Maeve felt

walking into the apartment, she rubbed her temples

pasted at the door of

a look. She was so shocked that she was momentarily at a loss for words. "We've seriously overspent on the utilities this month. Mr. Mcdaniel, why don't we reduce the number of times we use smart home devices?" took

Byron mentioned the

figure.

Byron did not think much

if this amount is converted into the cotton candy that Maeve likes

moment and said, "Use the sprinkler less.

take the blame. "My vegetables don't need to be watered all the time.

Maeve's e's eyes widened.

weather, you want to freeze

do you think we

"What do

of the sofa and argued for a long

wanted to use was the sprinkler, while the one Byron wanted to use was

As for other electrical

them as much as possible lest they receive a hefty utility bill next month. Just looking at that line of numbers, Maeve was

items until next month, and buy ingredients at the market where they are up to

And Mr. Mcdaniel, your coffee

mineral water in the fridge are running low. Try to hold off on

Byron sat

his leg bent, leaning against the edge

blue and

the depths the sofa, propping up his chin with one hand, and casually watched her as she was

group of fogies were to speak nothing but this kind of nonsense during meetings, they would have been scolded badly. Yet Maeve, despite talking for a long while without a single useful point, is exceptionally soothing." "You seem to have forgotten to account for how much the Christmas

about this. How about we skip decorating for

not celebrating Christmas

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looked conflicted, pondering where else she could cut some