The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 305

Maeve stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her as she caught sight of Will playfully tugging at Theo like he was carrying a baby chick. A smile spread across her face.

Spending time with Theo seemed to have brought out a livelier side in Will. Watching them play eased the anxiety Maeve had been feeling. She grabbed her iPad and headed back to her room, determined to finish some work before calling it a night. Next week, Dreamscape's summer collection in collaboration with Eternal Hope was set to showcase, and there were still a few details to finalize. This was the first public appearance for Dreamscape since the scandal, and Maeve wanted everything to be perfect. She didn't want people to remember her merely as the ex-wife of the Mcdaniel Group's CEO or as the long-lost daughter of the Reese family; she wanted to be known as the designer and founder of Dreamscape. She couldn't afford to lose this time. After working tirelessly until around midnight, Maeve leaned back against her pillow, trying to relieve the tension in her neck and shoulders. Just as she began to drift off, she felt a warm hand resting on her shoulder.

Her eyes fluttered open to see Byron, the striking man with sharp features, illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "Are you done?" she asked.

"Hmm," Byron replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He asked Maeve in a low voice, "Why aren't you asleep so late? Did you forget you're still taking medication?"

"Um, I was a bit restless, so I finished up some work."

Byron's expression softened slightly as he increased the pressure of his fingers, massaging her shoulders and neck. "Why can't you sleep?"

Maeve closed her eyes, savoring the relief of his touch. "I've just had so much going on today. It all feels surreal."

"Like what?"

"Isn't technology from over twenty years ago still a bit primitive?"

"Yeah, I guess

so."

"Then... is it almost impossible to find my biological parents?"

Byron's gaze turned contemplative as he observed the mix of hope and anxiety on her face. The words that were on the tip of his tongue took a turn. "Well... it just takes time."

Maeve's eyes brightened. She had almost forgotten Byron could trace the incident when her family had been persuaded by a fortune teller to steal a child away more than two decades ago. Could this lead me to my birth parents? But they probably don't have any expectations of their daughter after all this time. Otherwise, they should have come looking for me by now, she wondered.

finding them, it's more suitable for us to be well apart." 'Perhaps they have had more children later and are living a happy, simple life as a family. My appearance may not necessarily

gently brushed her hair back. "You seem

me? I thought you

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dimmed as Byron leaned closer. The warm scent of cedarwood enveloped her, and his presence sent a rush of emotions through her. Byron leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. "Does that

aback, her ears turning red and quickly spreading to her cheeks, causing a layer of heat to fog her vision. She blinked

"Can you sleep now?"

"I... I can."

hold you while you sleep. Is that

mumbled, feeling a bit dazed as she instinctively agreed. It took a moment for her

on his lips. "Scoot over

tricking me again!'

home. She quickly jumped in her car to head back to the apartment, ensuring she had everything before setting off again.

she glanced in the rearview mirror. Suddenly, something on the roadside caught her attention, and she

car jolted

Maeve slammed on the brakes and got out to inspect the damage. In front of her was a champagne-colored Bentley,

you take responsibility if something happens to my boss?" The driver lowered

backseat. As the window rolled down, Maeve

warm eyes. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his gaze carried an air of sophistication, a reflection of wisdom gained through experience. He wore a silver-gray suit, accented by gold cufflinks that matched the trim on his shirt collar. The front

shook her head. "I'm really sorry! I got distracted and didn't hit the brakes in time. I'm sorry to trouble you, and I'll

no need for that. My assistant has already