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?"

shooting Byron desperate looks, silently urging him not to do anything reckless. She thought, "If his son sees us,

warning gaze and replied to Will in a low voice, I might have a cold. You can say what you need from there; there's no need to come

Will thought Byron didn't want to spread germs, so he

you

was amusing that Will addressed himself as a man at ch a

a lifelong goal, and dhe must strive with all their might to achieve it," Will said slowly.

a wave of bitterness rise in 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

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

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

for him. Byron glanced at

Will frowned, wondering if

suddenly furrowed. Macve bit

down on her full lower lip, giving it a firm rub. His action carried a

felt her ears flush with embarrassment, thinking. This

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

hint of disappointment crossing his fair face. He wondered, "Is Daddy still

you have any other questions?"

said flatly, his round eyes reflecting an air of calm indifference as if he

was speechless about

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. She didn't want to find it funny, but

hold back laughter and asked casually,

smile faded as she retorted,