The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 180

Alexis touched her forehead, confirming that she didn't have a fever or any hallucinations. She then walked over and asked. "Byron, what are you doing?"

Byron did not even look up. He simply said, "Making noodles."

"Are you not full from lunch? Alexis asked with concern. Just let the chef make it. Why do you have to do it yourself..."

""Maeve wants it."

This answer made Alexis frown. "Do you cook for her often?"

She had seen it more than once.

Byron placed the prepared fish into the casserole and replied casually, "Yes."

Alexis had reluctantly accepted Maeve for Byron's sake, but her dissatisfaction with Maeve only grew stronger.

"You've already been exhausted from work. Why is she still being so willful and expecting you to take care of her? Doesn't she realize she should be more considerate of you?"

Byron narrowed his long and narrow eyes. His voice turned cold. "Why should she be considerate of me?"

"You're the eldest son of the Mcdaniel family, and she's just from an ordinary family..."

"Mother, you're wrong," Byron said, giving Alexis a faint smile. "I lived an ordinary life just like Maeve did for over twenty years. If you look down on her, you're essentially looking down on the old me." Alexis's heart trembled at these words.

She was surprised that Byron actually defended Maeve so much.

He clearly knew that the 20-odd years of dislocation between him and Neville had left an indelible scar in her heart.

"Byron, I definitely don't look down on you. I just..."

Byron retracted his gaze indifferently. "I still have work to do. Please leave."

Alexis looked extremely disappointed.

Byron was willing to cook for his wife, Maeve, just someone unimportant, but he was so cold to his biological mother.

Alexis thought, "Why, exactly?

In the bedroom on the second floor.

Scott and Valda bombarded Maeve with countless text messages and phone calls, urging-and even threatening-her to seek help from their son-in-law, Byron.

which, it was funny that they now admitted that Byron

believed Byron was just a

to ignore it, but she thought of something and

true identity?" she asked without preamble. "If you lied to me, this will be the last time I

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moment before speaking. "It's...it's your brother. He saw Mr. Mcdaniel on the news regarding an airplane accident and informed us that, we just found out." Thinking back on it, they were filled with regret. When Byron came to visit them, why hadn't they treated him better? Instead, they had even allowed Jeff to come over and cause trouble. Otherwise, it wouldn't

were filled with disappointment. "You're lying. Horace has never seen Byron before. How did he know that it was my husband when

tell me. Don't

to see me.

come to see

son-in-law is the CEO of the Mcdaniel Group. She even came up with an idea for us, telling us to come to the Mcdaniel family to see you... Maeve frowned.

no. She only called us

A familiar trick...

a guess in her heart, but to be on the safe side,

right away." Valda's tone was urgent, with a hint of flattery that was the complete opposite of what they had in the dining hall. "Maeve, look, can you plead with your husband and ask him to be magnanimous..." Before she could finish, Maeve

She is

still our daughter. Scott's eyes lit up. "That won't change the fact that Mr.

were still a couple, it could make the Reese family

whether Maeve acknowledged them or not and whether she was willing to help. Maeve did not know what they were calculating. After hanging up, she clicked open the

Valda sent her the

They were unavailable

it

was so sinister that she kept blowing

her lips tighter and tighter. Suddenly, she heard a

reached for the charger on the

she saw a photo frame upside down on the table, as if it had

when she saw that it was not

was an old

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was a young mair with short hair and dark eyes, exuding a cold and gloomy demeanor. A band-aid was

added a hint of gentleness in

this was Byron from his youth. Her eyes

this was what the

filled with curiosity.

a young wolf king yet to mature in the snowy plains, unaware of

and mature decision-maker of the corporation, yet there were similarities

well.