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

a camera shutter

holding

sky where the fireworks were launching.

moment, large fireworks were

tossed the spent fireworks into the trash can and walked toward

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the next second,

her wrist and lifted it, and the photo on her

Byron smirked. "What's this?"

flushed. "I was actually photographing the wand in your

Byron leaned down slightly, his long fingers weaving through her dark, smooth hair, lifting the

lips with his, reclaiming

overhead, illuminating the dark sky above the

two figures by the sycamore tree, their lips locked,

was already breathless, her legs

his

in his words, Maeve

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

still hurt?"

it hurts a little, but

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

bristled. I'm not

crossing his arms and leaning against the

silence for a moment, Maeve suddenly said, "Byron, I have

"Hmm?"

condition stabilizes, you would divorce me. What are your thoughts now? Have you changed your mind?" Her voice trailed

about to respond when a

Mcdaniel asked me to bring Ms. Reese

Byron asked. "Just Maeve?"

said he would call for you later. He wants to speak with Ms. Reese

slightly and turned to

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