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?"

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

have a cold. You

thought Byron didn't want to spread germs,

to talk to you about some things between men,"

addressed himself as a man at ch a young

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. While subtly adjusting Mueve's skirt,

one she had yet to give birth to, faced his strong

any dislike for the child whose voice she could only hear. Perhaps it was because

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

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

was so much buildup; he was setting a trap for him. Byron glanced at the

frowned, wondering if Byron intended to marry

finished speaking when his brows suddenly furrowed. Macve

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

felt her ears flush with

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

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

other

reflecting an air of calm indifference as if

was speechless about

the privileged child 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. She didn't want to find it funny, but it struck

saw her struggling to hold back laughter

faded as she