The Heir's Secret Bride

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Maeve's face flushed deeper, and she struggled to find her words

"Grandpa, she was eager to go out and set off fireworks, and she choked on some water, Byron said calmly, quickly making up an excuse. Then he stood up. "I'll take her over now."

Gilbert smiled knowingly. "Good. Take Maeve and have some fun. No need to rush back."

Maeve sensed that Gilbert's last comment held some deeper meaning, but feeling guilty, she didn't dwell on it as she left the dining room with Byron.

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Just as they stepped out, the butler rushed in and whispered something to Gilbert.

Gilbert adjusted his collar and sleeves before saying, "Help me over there."

"Yes," said the butler.

In the backyard, the entire lawn was dimly lit except for the small paths around it, making it feel vast and distant. Maeve initially insisted she wasn't interested in fireworks, but after watching Byron set off a few, she couldn't resist joining him.

Byron glanced at her and scoffed lightly. "You're just pretending. Such a contradiction."

Maeve's ears turned red, and she pretended not to hear him, focusing instead on the sparkling glow of the wand in her hand, warmth spreading in her heart.

Since Horace turned three, the family fireworks had been exclusively his

The only ones she could play with were the ones he didn't want

As a child, Maeve always wished her parents would buy more so she could enjoy them fully, but that dream had never come

true.

Later, as she grew older and could buy as many fireworks as she wanted, that sense of anticipation and joy from childhood faded away.

Maeve turned to Byron, who had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a wand with, a laid-back and relaxed air

about him.

Today, he broke from his usual attire and wore a smoke-gray trench coat over a white turtleneck sweater, softening his typically stern face. He looked like a character straight out of a comic.

to capture this

a camera

head, eyeing Maeve, who was holding

up at the sky where the fireworks

that moment, large fireworks were being set off

spent fireworks into the trash can and walked toward

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sensed trouble and-turned to run, but in the next second, he pinned her

her wrist and lifted it, and the photo on her

Byron smirked. "What's this?"

was actually photographing the wand in your hand and happened

slightly, his long fingers weaving through her dark, smooth hair,

lips with his,

dark sky above

the fleeting light, one could see two figures by the sycamore tree, their lips locked,

finished, Maeve was already breathless, her

the back of her neck, his voice

the implication in his words,

having stomach pains, so you might want to hold off for now." Byron frowned, his palm

still hurt?"

a little, but it's not too

lips heavily, and when he pulled away, his eyes were filled with a mixture of frustration and helplessness. "Such a delicate

immediately bristled.

crossing his arms and leaning against the tree, ignoring

for a moment, Maeve

"Hmm?"

once Grandpa's condition stabilizes, you would divorce

to respond when

Gilbert Mcdaniel asked me to bring Ms. Reese to the fifth

Byron asked. "Just Maeve?"

said he would call for you later. He wants to

slightly and turned

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