The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 245

"Well?" Byron lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze directly.

Maeve steeled herself and boldly said, I came to find that somewhat silly girl. I feared you wouldn't let me in, so I dressed a little. Is that so wrong?"

Byron sized her up. "You call this a little bit of dressing up?"

Her face was caked with makeup, and her features were so altered that there was hardly a trace of her original self. She resembled a flat painting with no distinct characteristics. Perhaps he should also compliment her on her skillful artistry. Maeve held her head high and stayed silent.

"What do you want with her?" Byron asked again.

Maeve bit her lip and remained silent. He was convinced she was responsible for hurting Gilbert, and if he knew her true intentions for being there, he would likely chase her out on the spot.

"Not going to say anything?" Byron narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Should I have someone chase you out right now?"

"Don't!" Maeve quickly grabbed his arm, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. "Daddy, can I come in?" A soft yet composed child's voice came from outside.

Maeve was overjoyed as she whispered urgently to Byron, "Your son is here! Hurry up and let me go!"

Byron glanced at her and then casually said, "Come in.

Maeve froze, her eyes wide with disbelief. She thought, Is he out of his mind? Doesn't he care about being misunderstood by his son?'

Will pushed the door open and, seeing Byron leaning against the corner of the sofa awkwardly, asked curiously, "Daddy, are you not feeling well?"

reckless. She thought, "If

gaze and replied to Will in a low voice, I might have a cold. You can say

Byron didn't want to spread germs, so he

I want to talk to you about some things between

Will addressed himself as a man at ch a young

ambitions and ideals. Pursuing one's career should be a lifelong goal, and dhe must strive

she had yet to give birth to, faced his strong rejection, even to the point of pressuring her to terminate the pregnancy. In

felt resentment and even hatred toward Byron, she couldn't muster any dislike for the child whose voice she could only hear. Perhaps it was because the

arguing that "men should focus on their careers." Byron's brow twitched as he asked Will, "Alright, what exactly do you

concluded, 'Daddy, I believe that men who get married before the age of forty are disrespecting their

was so much buildup; he was setting a trap for him. Byron glanced at the indignant Maeve and replied cryptically.

if

hadn't finished speaking when his brows suddenly furrowed. Macve bit down on his

pressed down on her full lower lip,

flush

to Will, who was quietly standing. "As for the conditions mentioned, Daddy has already met them." His current status of the Mcdaniel

face. He wondered, "Is Daddy still intended to marry Miss

other questions?" Byron asked

eyes reflecting an air of calm indifference as if

was speechless about Will's

when he referred to Byron as a "donor," she had to pinch her thigh hard to keep from

back laughter and asked casually, "Is my son

faded as she retorted,