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.

top floor of the Royal Hospital. It looked nothing like a hospital, more like

laughing effortlessly with Princess Wren, she

Her Majesty. Now, he was entertaining the Princess like

bit inferior in front of them. If anything, it was like he was on the

proud, just in control. He stood just as tall

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She'd thought she

there more

Byron's voice broke through her thoughts. "Focus on your food, it's bad for your stomach if you don't." He placed some peeled prawn meat on her plate,

two little ones, seeing Byron doing it, were quick to follow his lead, peeling

plate was piled high with prawn

that he ran a few companies, both locally and internationally.

just

a bit more time with Wren before heading out

"So, are we heading back

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

want to take her back to the palace, but

one thing, but I still

"Seriously?"

chuckled, then noticed the kids sleeping in the backseat, heads pressed against the rearview mirror. He slowed down slightly. After a

work."

noticed anything. Wren had seemed totally

when you're busy eating," Byron

her voice so as not to wake the kids. "Wasn't it you who told

you listen to me though?"

casual. "Why do you think Princess Wren has a problem

shrugged. "Or maybe I'm just a bit nervous around

muttered, "It's strange that you're nervous. You're way smoother than me, her actual daughter. You had Wren laughing

to his mind. But when it came to the Queen or Wren, he was always a