The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 112

"I'm short-sighted and can't see clearly, Macve said, lowering her eyes and changing the subject. "Be careful not to break the roots. If you kill the seedlings. Gilbert will give you a piece of his mind," Byron was left speechless. He ignored her, but his movements clearly slowed down.

This piece of land was neither big nor small. With the three of them working together, they had almost finished Transplanting the seedlings in less than an hour

The first few rows of seedlings were the masterpieces of Maeve. They were so neat that the arrangement of them seemed to have been measured by a ruler. The middle section was Byron's work, and describing it as uneven would be flattering.

The section planted by Gilbert was at the back and looked quite decent.

When he saw Byron's rows of seedlings, he nearly hit him with his walking stick. "Look at yours, and look at Maeve's," he said. "You didn't bother learning from her."

Byron was about to explain when Maeve hurriedly said, "Gilbert, Mister... Byron is planting it for the first time and has no experience. It's already quite good that he managed to plant them this way." She thought. At least they've been planted.

Watching her look as she defended Byron, Gilbert said mischievously, "With his clumsy hands, you are the only one who finds his arrangement of seedlings good."

Maeve blushed, awkwardly saying nothing.

Byron squinted and smiled as he looked at her.

After entering the villa, Maeve followed Byron to the washroom.

Upon washing her face, Maeve said with envy in her voice, "I noticed earlier that other than the outermost part of the garden which is filled with flower beds, the middle part is used by Gilbert to grow vegetables. It's such a big piece of land. It must look spectacular if the entire land is planted with vegetable seedlings."

She thought, 'It has always been my dream to buy a house with yard where I can grow vegetables. It'll be so fulfilling to harvest them."

Wiping his face with a towel, Byron said, "With Grandpa's energy, he won't be able to plant the whole area by next year." "That's true. Gilbert's health isn't good." Maeve wiped the water droplets off her face. "But we're here to help, aren't we?"

Byron paused while wiping his face with the towel and looked at her with a half-smile. "Didn't you want a divorce? What's with 'we'?"

With that said, he left the washroom.

Maeve was left stunned in place by his words.

After coming out of the washroom, Maeve walked to the living room. At Gilbert's gesture, she sat down opposite him at chessboard. She looked around and asked, 'Gilbert, where's Mister... ahem, I mean, Byron?"

"He went upstairs to change clothes, Gilbert said as he placed a white piece on the chessboard. "Maeve/do you know how to Chapter 112

play chess?"

Maeve nodded. "Gilbert, I only know a little and not very skilled If you don't mind, may I play a game with you?"

"That's great."

a black piece and casually said, "Maeve, did

in the war that day from the

and said, "Yeah. I

can get whatever he wants. Gilbert held a chess piece and smiled. "In reality, he is hopeless

know how to do that, Maeve said softly. It would be odd if

vegetables is probably a kind of mental torture for him, she

shook his head. "Have

"I've seen it."

a garden? If I'm happy, I

catch on." Gilbert continued, "Silly girl, perhaps vegetable seedlings are not suitable for planting in a garden, but sometimes

understood and thought, "Gilbert is taking care of my feelings after I learn about Byron's true identity. He's trying to help me

blinked her teary eyes. "Gilbert, shall we

nodded with a

he entered the living room, he saw

friends often had

L

Maeve was able to hold her own and even draw with

eyes. His gaze toward Maeve became deeper and deeper, revealing complex emotions that were hard to express in

always tested one's temperament and

true nature could be seen through their styles of

style of playing chess was completely different

each move driven by a fierce determination to destroy the

more shrewd and strategic. He understood that the chessboard was like a battlefield, and every move he made was a trap designed to lure

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pieces fell

thought hard. Suddenly, she saw a slender finger reach out and lightly tap on a certain

chessboard.

your piece here. His magnetic and pleasant voice reached her

one hand. When he leaned over, she happened to

against his chin, evoking a feeling of subtle and electrifying excitement that was both

tensed, and he tightened his grip on

nothing had happened to avoid awkwardness, However, the tips of her ears

she know that Gilbert, who was sitting across from her, saw everything

been

Gilbert then picked up his coffee cup and asked leisurely. "Supporting your

that he was teasing her. She blushed and said, "Gilbert, I've already

He took one of her black chess pieces and