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?"

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

have a cold. You can say

Will thought Byron didn't want to spread

you about some things between men," Will

amusing that Will addressed himself as a

harbor ambitions and ideals. Pursuing one's career should be a lifelong goal, and dhe must strive with all their might to achieve

with the one she had yet to give

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 child's

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

believe that men who get married before the age of forty are disrespecting their careers. What

setting a trap for him. Byron glanced at the

wondering if Byron intended to marry

furrowed. Macve bit down on his palm,

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

her ears flush with

Maeve. Byron finally turned his gaze to Will, who was quietly standing. "As for the conditions mentioned, Daddy

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

you have any other questions?" Byron

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

was speechless about

privileged child raised with strict discipline, serious yet slightly old-fashioned. However, when he referred to Byron as a "donor," she

saw her struggling to hold back laughter and asked

faded as