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."

"Maeve,

that happened in

pursed her lips and said, "Yeah. I

the leader of the corporation and can get whatever he wants. Gilbert held a chess piece and smiled. "In

that, Maeve said softly. It would be odd if someone in his position

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

shook his head. "Have you seen

"I've seen it."

only flowers in a garden? If I'm happy, I can plant

girl, perhaps vegetable seedlings are not suitable for planting in a garden, but sometimes

Byron's true identity. He's trying to help me understand the situation so

teary eyes. "Gilbert, shall we continue

nodded

moment he entered the living room, he saw the two of them engaged in a fierce chess

his friends often had a hard time winning

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able to hold her own and even draw with him

eyes. His gaze toward Maeve became deeper and deeper, revealing

always tested one's temperament

be seen through their styles of playing

style of playing chess was completely different from

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

on the other hand, was more shrewd and strategic. He understood that the chessboard was like a battlefield, and every move he made was

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fell into

finger reach out and lightly tap on a

chessboard.

your piece here. His magnetic and

held the armrest of Maeve's seat with one hand. When

chin, evoking a feeling of subtle and

tensed, and he tightened his grip

pursed tightly. She quickly turned her head back and pretended that nothing had happened to avoid awkwardness, However, the

that Gilbert, who was sitting across from her, saw everything clearly

he had been holding onto

with you coming over to cheat?" Gilbert then

tell that he was teasing her.

chess pieces and moved it to another spot on