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?"

do anything reckless. She thought, "If his son sees

and replied to Will in a low voice, I might have

Will thought Byron didn't want to spread

to talk to you about some things between men,"

addressed himself as

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 delighted

move, Maeve rolled her eyes, feeling 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

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 was

careers." Byron's brow twitched as he asked Will, "Alright, what exactly do you want to talk

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

was setting a trap for him. Byron glanced at the indignant Maeve and

Will frowned, wondering if Byron intended to marry

his brows suddenly furrowed. Macve bit down on his palm, a

not even pulling his hand back as he pressed down on her full lower lip, giving

flush with embarrassment, thinking. This

quietly standing. "As for the conditions mentioned, Daddy

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

other questions?"

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

was speechless about Will's

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

her struggling to hold back laughter and asked

as she retorted,