The Heir's Secret Bride

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"I know, but this is all I want," Maeve said and chuckled. "Why? You don't want to give it to me, huh?"

Byron initially wanted to say that he would transfer the entire building to her name, but he was affected by an inexplicable sense of frustration. He merely said, "Sure. It's just one house." Maeve smiled and said nothing.

To her, it was more than just a house.

Byron glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late. If you're not feeling well, don't go to the restaurant. I'll get the waiter to send dinner over later."

He spoke casually, yet he was surprisingly thoughtful and considerate.

Maeve pinched her palm to remind herself not to indulge in it. She then got out of bed.

"It's okay. I'm feeling much better now."

Soon, in the traditional-style restaurant of the manor, snow was drifting outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The area near the fireplace was as warm as the warmth experienced in spring.

Halfway through dinner, probably because she was too close to the fireplace, Maeve felt it was too warm, so she took off her coat and placed it beside her.

She was wearing a beige lace sweater dress with an off-the-shoulder design. The beautiful contours of her shoulders and neck could be seen clearly, and she was so flawless under the light that she appeared dazzling.

Her shoulder-length black hair fell, making her look even more serene and gentle.

Sensing the overly intense gazes constantly directed at her, Byron slowly frowned and fixed his gaze on her exposed shoulders and neck.

Maeve, are you cold?"

"Huh?" Maeve took a bite of a cherry tomato, looking in puzzlement at the man opposite her who was wearing a displeased expression. "It's not cold. It's quite warm here."

Byron's handsome face darkened slightly. "Can you wear something seasonally appropriate? You want style over warmth and don't care about getting sick."

Maeve's face was filled with bafflement. She was already feeling displeased in the first place, and now she felt even more so, "It's my freedom to wear whatever I want. Even if I'm sick, it's my problem. It's not that I'd come to you for a diagnosis or medication." Byron was left speechless. The tip of his tongue brushed against his cheek, and his gaze was dark.

He thought, 'Doesn't she notice that those men stare at her with a look of intense desire? What's with her wearing an off-the-shoulder outfit in this kind of season? And this restaurant with its inconveniencing fireplace placed here is completely out of place. I'll have it removed once the acquisition is completed."

It was probably because Byron's expression was too cold as the restaurant manager, who had been observing this side. looked incredibly antsy.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, are you not satisfied with our dishes? What if the acquisition is off the table?"

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over to the manager and whispered, "I just overheard something while I was getting

eyes

short while later, Maeve suddenly felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to have

she

and muttered. That's strange. How come it suddenly

at the counter from the

restaurant's service quality is good.

a soak in the

in puzzlement, "Didn't

"Who said you'd be alone? I'll be

me?" Maeve's eyes widened slightly. Then, she quickly shook

want to.

me at the drop of

in it," Byron said calmly. "Go straight to

loss for words,

aggrievedly so that she could soak in the

worst, I'll just stay a bit farther

phone

she picked it up and answered. "Hello?"

Quickly return to

sobbing voice pierced

suddenly found it difficult to

and lowered her gaze. "It's Karen. Sorry, I took

the phone, and asked in a serious voice, "What's the

critical condition notice." Karen's hoarse voice was filled with despair. "What should I do... What am I supposed to

sobbed as she

this morning, but it was actually

fall a

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If this surg

it was very

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more solemn. He said to her in a low voice,

said to Maeve, "I need to go back to the city now. Do you want to come

felt as if it was blocked by something, and she

recovered from her daze, her fingers had already gripped Byron's