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.

She thought, 'With Byron's high and respectable status, you're not worthy of him at all.

in her chest, and she immediately discarded this possibility out

Maeve felt

the apartment, she rubbed her temples and

bill pasted

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

Byron mentioned the

figure.

did not

thought, 'But if this amount is converted into the cotton candy that Maeve likes and her

frugality recently, Byron thought for a moment and said, "Use the

don't turn on the She did not want to take the blame. "My vegetables don't need to be watered all the time. It's the air conditioner that's

Maeve's e's eyes widened.

this weather, you want to freeze to death at home,

think

"What do

them sat on the carpet in front of the sofa and argued for a long while before they managed

was the sprinkler, while the one Byron wanted

As for other electrical

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

I'll skip buying snacks for now, use up household items until next month, and buy ingredients at the market where they are up to for this amount of money by cutting costs in other areas, not letting

And Mr. Mcdaniel,

muttered about needing to make un mineral water in the fridge are running low. Try to

Byron sat

bent, leaning

of his blue

faint sense of amusement appeared in the depths the sofa, propping up his chin with one hand, and

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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pondering where else she could cut