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."

put down a black piece and casually said, "Maeve, did the fake news about Byron's plane crash

had subsequently heard everything that happened in the war that day

her lips and said,

wants. Gilbert held a chess piece

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

is probably a kind of mental torture for

his head. "Have

"I've seen it."

happy, I can

with confusion. "Gilbert, I don't quite catch on." Gilbert continued, "Silly girl, perhaps vegetable seedlings are not

true identity. He's trying to help me understand

blinked her teary eyes. "Gilbert, shall we continue the

Gilbert nodded

came downstairs after changing his clothes. The moment he entered the living room, he saw the two of them engaged in a

friends often had a

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her own and even draw with him without

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

always tested one's temperament and

true nature could be seen through

completely different

and aggressive, with each move driven by a fierce determination to destroy the

more shrewd and strategic. He understood that the chessboard was like a battlefield,

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pieces fell into

finger reach out and lightly tap on

chessboard.

your piece here. His magnetic and pleasant

hand. When he leaned over, she happened to

brushed against his chin, evoking a feeling of subtle and electrifying excitement

tightened his grip

quickly turned her head back and pretended that nothing had

know that Gilbert, who was sitting across

had been holding onto was slightly

chess with Maeve. What's with you coming over to cheat?" Gilbert then picked up his coffee

tell that he was teasing her.

pieces and moved it to another