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?"

a rush of panic. She kept shooting Byron desperate looks, silently urging him 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, but I still

a low voice, I might have a cold. You can say what you need from there; there's no need to

Byron didn't want to spread germs, so he obediently stayed where

to talk to you about some things between men,"

It was amusing that Will addressed himself as a man

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. While subtly adjusting Mueve's skirt, Byron replied, "That's true I'm

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

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

lost in thought, Will delivered a lengthy speech arguing that "men should focus on their careers." Byron's

expression. Will concluded, 'Daddy, I believe that men who get married before the age

setting a trap for him. Byron

if

furrowed. Macve bit down on

his hand back as he pressed down on her full lower lip, giving it a firm

ears flush

punishing Maeve. Byron finally turned his gaze to Will, who was quietly standing. "As for the conditions mentioned, Daddy has already met them." His current status of

crossing his fair face. He wondered, "Is Daddy still intended

other questions?"

more, donor," Will said flatly, his round eyes reflecting an air of calm indifference as if he saw through everything.

speechless about Will's

"donor," she had to pinch her thigh hard to keep from laughing. She didn't

her struggling to hold back laughter

faded as she