The Heir's Secret Bride
Chapter 225
Chapter 226
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was not surprised. Will was usually quiet and would only answer seriously occasionally.
He stood with his arms crossed, watching from the side as his son showed off his claw machine skills. of his claw machine skills,
One minute passed, five minutes, and fifteen minutes; still, the little guy had not caught a single toy. His face was dark with frustration; he did not even deserve a consolation prize. A smile flashed across Byron's eyes as he said, "Give me a coin"
"Exchange it with money. Theo said very coldly, with an air of indifference.
Byron opened the wallet and took out a note. "The coins in your hand are now mine."
Theo was silent. He took the note and gave Byron all the game coins.
Byron inserted a coin and asked calmly, "Which one do you want?"
Theo pointed at the rabbit at the end, which was holding a drink. His mommy liked this drink the most, so he wanted to catch the rabbit for her. However, he always failed
He dominated in every other game, crushing opponents and achieving glorious victories. However, he was utterly hopeless with the claw machine game.
Theo glanced at Byron, standing in front of the claw machine with his hand on the joystick, exuding the same commanding presence he had in the boardroom. Theo muttered to himself, Talent is inherited. If I don't have a knack for the claw machine, no way my cheap dad will have it.
Half a minute later, his wish shattered after Byron stuffed the doll into his arms. Moreover, the culprit asked him, "What else do you want?"
Theo's small face was blank as he pointed at a blue fatty buried underneath. That one. In less than a minute, the blue fatty
also came up
Five minutes later, the game coins were used up, and Theo's arms were full of dolls.
The dolls' strange expressions made the expressionless Theo, surrounded by the dolls, look like an angry pufferfish..
don't understand; I really don't. Isn't gene hereditary?
you want to play?" Byron touched the strand of hair on Theo's
with work
frowned and looked at Byron suspiciously. He found it strange since the last time. Not only did the cheap daddy call him "Will", but he also spoke to
for someone else. Could it be... that 'Will is a child he has with another woman, and it so happened that I resemble that child thus the confusion? What kind of biological father is he? He can't even recognize his son? Interesting Theo's eyes darted around, his expression
the room, Marve was about to call the front desk to
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Chapter 226
the same style as Theo, his cap
blushed. He handed Maeve the ointment and a small bucket of ice. "For
looked surprised. "Darling, how did you know that I sprained
in the gaming hall
it,"
he asked the receptionist for these things to
never been so close to anyone before. For a moment, he stood there stiffly, at a loss. Fortunately, Maeve's ankle was injured, so
a
son that she would not get injured
be
sofa in the room. He looked at her ankle, it was
angry. He went to the bathroom
would affect her recovery. He could only apply cold compresses to relieve the pain and swelling first. Maeve finally realized that her child
as he massaged her calf while applying cold compresses to
be so serious. I'm so scared, Meave
Tve already told you, you're not my
I'm injured. Do 1 still dare to get injured
if the injury on your waist has healed," Will said to Maeve
been nearly a week. I've recovered
see," Will insisted. Maeve could not dissuade him, so she could only lift the hem of
saw the bruise on her lower back, he was anxious for
look and only saw the little. guy's tightly pursed lips and aggrieved yet angry expression. She became nervous. "Darling, it doesn't
About The Heir's Secret Bride - Chapter 225
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