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?"

not to do anything reckless. She thought, "If his son sees us, what will that make us? Caught in the act of cheating? He might not care,

Will in a low voice, I might have a cold. You

spread germs, so he obediently

to talk to you about some

amusing that Will addressed himself as a man at ch a

must not only shoulder the responsibility of providing for the family but also harbor ambitions and ideals. Pursuing one's career should be a lifelong goal, and dhe must strive with all their might to achieve it," Will said slowly.

her heart. Both were his sons, yes her child, Theo, along with the one she had yet to give birth to, faced his strong rejection, even to the point of pressuring her to terminate the pregnancy. In contrast, Lynn's son received all his tenderness

the child whose voice she could only hear. Perhaps

a lengthy speech arguing that "men should focus on their careers." Byron's brow twitched as he asked Will,

married before the age of

was setting a trap for him. Byron glanced at the

wondering if Byron intended to

brows suddenly furrowed. Macve bit down on

back as he pressed down on her full lower lip, giving it a firm rub. His

flush with embarrassment, thinking. This

his gaze to Will, who was quietly standing. "As for the conditions mentioned, Daddy has already met them."

face. He wondered, "Is Daddy still

any other questions?" Byron

air of calm indifference as if he saw through

was speechless

raised with strict discipline, serious yet slightly old-fashioned. However, when he referred to Byron as a "donor," she had to pinch her thigh hard to keep from laughing.

hold back laughter and asked casually, "Is

faded as she retorted, "He's