The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 324

"Wait, wait a moment, I'm coming Maeve's checks flushed red as she hurriedly tried to untangle her hair from the button of his shirt. But the more frantic she became, the less her fingers seemed to cooperate, and her scalp was pulled painfully. Byron furrowed his brow slightly and gently brushed her hands side. With his eyes lowered, he carefully untangled the strand of hair that was caught. Maeve dared not move, fearing she might disrupt his focus or hurt herself.

After a few minutes of silence, she finally couldn't resist asking, "Are you still not done?"

"Why are you rushing me?" Byron replied coldly, "Did I ask it to get tangled?"

Maeve fell silent immediately. She thought, I guess it's my fault after all!

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, unable to suppress his confusion. He thought, 'Am I seeing this wrong? seems Mr. Mcdaniel is just playing with Ms. Reese's hair!

Byron's low voice finally broke the silence as the car approached the studio building, "All done."

Maeve heaved a heavy sigh of relief; it was finally over. If it had taken any longer, her neck would have been sore. She quickly straightened up and whispered her thanks to Byron.

Byron ignored her, his gaze fixed ahead as if he had reverted to treating her like she was invisible. Maeve bit her lip, feeling frustrated, and opened the door to exit. She had intended to say goodbye to him, but just as she steadied herself, the sleek Spyker accelerated away, leaving her behind.

Maeve stood there, her nose tingling once again. All she could do was repeatedly remind herself that there was no turning back and that she had to accept her choices.

Once inside the office, Paige handed Maeve the day's schedule. Ms. Reese, you have five appointments today. I've arranged two for the morning to avoid scheduling conflicts.

Maeve glanced through the schedule quickly and replied, "I got it. Thank you."

"There's one more thing. It seems our original fabric supplier has some complaints," Paige said, looking troubled. "We've already paid the deposit, but they keep delaying the shipment of the fabric."

her brows. "Is it because of the new fabric we used at the exhibition?" After the exhibition, that aquamarine netting fabric suddenly became a sensation on major platforms overnight. People were even offering high prices to purchase it, but no channels were available. The

isn't fully committed to us and has been looking for other partners. Plus, they seem interested in the new aquamarine netting,

issue weren't resolved. Maeve pressed her forehead, saying. "Please get in touch with the person in

found several reliable fabric suppliers and summarized their information. Dreamscape wasn't in the fast fashion design business; if they wanted to last, they couldn't afford to be careless about fabric quality. The current supplier offered the best quality among all companies. Unless necessary, Maeve

picked it up casually

and

Chapter 321

an empty medicine bowl took center stage while a corner captured

much had transpired from yesterday to today, and this was likely the only

I can't join you for dinner. Make sure to take your medicine on time, and I'll check in

curious and

a few days, grandpa's 80th birthday, and I'm thinking about what gift to prepare for him. What do you

Maeve; she had never been particularly

tomorrow, why don't you

but don't have too

as you show off your identity as my fiancee, even if you give

smiley emoji, not knowing what

felt obligated to accompany

nection

families, it was inevitable that members of the Mcdaniel family would also attend. Just thinking about that scenario made Maeve feel overwhelmed. In the evening, Maeve waited an hour

hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," the manager, Mr. Bennett, said as he approached, feigning concern "Not at all," Maeve replied with a faint smile. "Kleymond tends to get

patience. Especially someone as successful as you, Ms. Reese; more patience is essential for fostering fruitful collaborations." Maeve didn't respond but instead handed over the menu. "Mr. Bennett, you've been stuck in traffic all evening; you must be hungry. Why don't we start by ordering

her head. I'm