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?"

him not to do anything reckless. She thought, "If his son sees us, what will that make us?

in a low voice, I might have a cold. You can say

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

you about some

Will addressed himself as a

one must not only shoulder the responsibility of providing for the family but also 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, Byron

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,

and even hatred toward Byron, she couldn't muster any dislike for the child whose

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

men who get married before the age

setting a trap for him. Byron glanced at the

wondering if Byron intended

hadn't finished speaking when his brows suddenly furrowed. Macve bit down on his palm,

remained unfazed, not even pulling his hand back as he pressed down on her full

her ears flush with embarrassment, thinking. This

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

pouted slightly, a hint of disappointment crossing his fair face. He wondered,

any other questions?"

of calm indifference as if he

speechless about

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

hold back laughter and asked casually, "Is

smile faded as she retorted, "He's