The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 460

Maeve shuffled through the heavy stack of documents, her mind drifting back to the nonsense she'd read online about Francia.

Some people actually thought this country was poor.

'Poor? She glanced at the sheer amount of wealth she was holding in her hands. 'What kind of poor look like this?'

She figured it was because Erancia had always kept things quiet on the global stage. Reserved. Low-key.

If she hadn't been living here for the past four years, maybe she had have fallen for the rumors too. But the reality was worlds apart.

Tom, now the crown prince, rarely had any downtime. Spending half a day with Maeve and the family today was a small miracle. Once she'd finished signing the mountain of paperwork he pulled her aside, ready to leave. Before heading off, he gave her a pointed reminder not to bring up her biological father during dinner with Wren. It was too much for Wren right now, especially with her health.

Maeve nodded quickly. "Got it. Don't worry, I won't mention it. By the way, I'm planning to visit Princess Wren later, with Byron."

Tom's face darkened immediately. "So you're really set on him? That's it? You know, I've got plenty of exceptional young men who'd be thrilled to meet you. All kinds of options.

"You could rotate through them if you wanted. Women need to be bold! Don't just settle for one crooked jerk."

It was clear that, in Tom's eyes, anyone trying to take his niece away was a jerk in some way. He was determined to knock them down first.

Maeve almost burst out laughing but quickly stole a glance at Byron, who was seated nearby, and tried to hold her

composure.

"Uhm, I've liked him for over four years," she said softly.

Tom let out a long, dramatic sigh, looking at her like Byron had somehow stolen the greatest treasure. Then his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Wait a second, what exactly brought you to Erancia four years ago?"

Maeve froze, panic flashing across her face. "Well... aren't you super busy? Shouldn't you get going?" she said, awkwardly trying to change the subject.

Tom frowned but reluctantly checked his watch. He sighed again and dropped the topic-for now.

floor of the Royal Hospital. It looked nothing like a hospital, more like a five-star restaurant. The chandelier above cast colorful reflections

Princess Wren, she couldn't help but marvel at

Majesty. Now, he was entertaining

didn't seem the least bit inferior in front of them. If anything, it was like he was on the same level

in control. He stood just as tall as any of those

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herself wondering, 'Was there more to Byron than

on your food, it's bad for your stomach if you don't." He placed some peeled prawn

his lead, peeling prawns with extra

was

asked Byron what he did for a living. Byron just casually replied that he ran a few companies, both locally and internationally. Small businesses. Maeve almost choked on the prawn.

faded just a

dinner, Maeve spent a bit more time with Wren before heading

casually asked, "So, are we heading

the route and shook her head. "You've already decided, haven't you? Why are you even

to the palace, but he

I still have to ask," he

"Seriously?"

in the backseat, heads pressed against the rearview mirror. He slowed down slightly. After a moment, he said, "Your mom seems to have a problem with

work."

hadn't noticed anything. Wren

easy to miss when

not to wake the kids. "Wasn't it you who told me to focus eating?" she shot back,

to

switch," Maeve replied, sounding casual. "Why do you think Princess Wren has a problem with your

guessed," Byron shrugged. "Or maybe I'm just a bit nervous

Maeve's ears heated up at the thought. She muttered, "It's strange that you're nervous. You're

he seemed fearless, saying whatever came to his mind. But when it