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.

Maeve wanted to capture this

a camera

eyeing Maeve, who was holding the camera. "Are you taking a picture

the fireworks were launching. "I'm not photographing

moment, large fireworks were

spent fireworks into the trash

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next second,

and lifted it, and the photo on her phone

Byron smirked. "What's this?"

photographing the wand in your hand and

fingers weaving through her dark, smooth

his, reclaiming what had been interrupted back in the dining

exploded overhead, illuminating the dark

see two figures by the sycamore tree, their lips locked, seemingly merging with the romantic-

Maeve was

of her neck, his voice thick with desire. "When does your

implication in his words,

having stomach pains, so you might want to

it still

said, "Sometimes it hurts a

his eyes were filled with

immediately bristled.

arms and leaning against

watching the fireworks in silence for a moment, Maeve suddenly said, "Byron, I have

"Hmm?"

bit her lip, hesitating before finally gathering the courage to ask, "You said before that once Grandpa's condition stabilizes, you would divorce me. What are your thoughts now? Have you changed your mind?" Her

long while, about to

me to bring Ms. Reese to the fifth

Byron asked. "Just Maeve?"

you later. He wants to speak with Ms. Reese

slightly and turned to Maeve.

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