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.

more suitable for us to be well apart."

gently brushed her hair back. "You seem to have thought this through. How am

"You? Comfort me? I thought you

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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

layer of heat to fog her vision. She

"Can you sleep now?"

"I... I can."

to hold you while you sleep.

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

smirked, a satisfied grin playing on his lips. "Scoot over

man is tricking me

car to head back to the apartment, ensuring she had everything before setting off again. But she felt a twinge of nerves; her heart raced inexplicably. She had designed formal wear for a

mirror. Suddenly, something on the roadside caught her attention, and

The car

damage. In front of her was a champagne-colored Bentley, and its rear end collided with the front of hers, and the

even drive? Can you take responsibility if something happens to my boss?" The driver lowered the

calm, deep voice interjected from the backseat. As the window rolled down, Maeve was met with the sight of

gained through experience. He wore a silver-gray suit, accented by gold cufflinks that matched the trim on his shirt collar. The front of the outfit was subtly embroidered with the pattern of the snowella flower, understated yet still exuding elegance. "Miss, I hope my driver didn't frighten you," the blond-haired man said

distracted and didn't hit the brakes in time. I'm

need for that. My assistant has already contacted the