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

sound of a

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

the fireworks

were being set

the spent fireworks into

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in the next second, he

grabbed her wrist and lifted it, and the

Byron smirked. "What's this?"

"I was actually photographing the wand in your hand and happened to

Byron leaned down slightly, his long fingers weaving through her

lips with his, reclaiming what had been

the dark sky

figures by the sycamore tree, their lips

the fireworks finished, Maeve was already

the back of her neck, his voice thick with desire.

implication in his words,

while ago, but I've been having stomach pains, so you might want to hold off for now." Byron frowned, his palm sliding up her waist,

still hurt?"

said, "Sometimes it hurts a little,

and kissed her lips heavily, and when he pulled away, his eyes were filled with a mixture of

bristled. I'm not

and

in silence for a moment, Maeve suddenly said, "Byron,

"Hmm?"

Grandpa's condition stabilizes, you

for a long while, about to respond when a

me to bring Ms. Reese to the fifth

Byron asked. "Just Maeve?"

he would call for you later. He wants to speak with Ms. Reese alone," said the

and turned

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