The Heir's Secret Bride

Warren, sa by the bed, peeling an apple with a relaxed smile on his face. His gentle, refined features and the way he looked at Wren were warm and affectionate, like a calm stream.

He looked so well-preserved, it was hard to guess his age. With his distinguished, gentlemanly vibe, everything he did felt effortless, like a breeze on a warm day.

"I know you're not really up for romance right now, and I'm not trying to pressure you," he said. "At our age, it might seem silly to bring it up, but my answer's the same as always. If you ever need me, I'll be here." Wren shook her head. "You're not getting any younger. I don't want you waiting around for me. There's no point."

"It's not waiting, though," Warren replied, his voice gentle. "My feelings for you haven't changed. I'll be here, no matter how long it takes, waiting for you to look my way."

"Warren, I'm not getting married again. Right now, I'm focused on protecting my kids. Romance just feels so far away, and I'm not set for it. I'm sorry."

Warren smiled, unfazed. "You might not be ready for me, anything else. Just being close to you is enough for me."

but you haven't let anyone else in either, right? I don't need

Wren sighed, not sure how to convince him to stop being so stubborn.

Just then, Maeve appeared at the door, and Wren's face lit up. "Maeve, you're here! Did you have lunch?"

"I had lunch with my uncle," Maeve explained, stepping inside. "I wanted to swing by before my class later." She nodded at Warren. "Mr. Richard, what a surprise to see you here."

"Ms. Reese," Warren smiled, his eyes warm. "I didn't realize you were Princess Wren's daughter. If I'd known earlier, maybe you two would've met sooner."

Wren squeezed Maeve's hand, beaming with happiness. "It's not too late. Finding Maeve was something I never even dared to hope for in the first half of my life."

They had been separated by a whole country, thousands of miles, and over 20 years. But in the end, fate had brought her daughter back.

Maeve felt so touched by the love in Wren's eyes that she couldn't help but lower her gaze,

feeling a

bit awkward.

that kind of pure, unconditional parental love before. It was like

react.

Just being here, having

it was time

gone so far as to make an online shopping account, even though she hadn't used modern technology like a phone in years, just to

though she couldn't

left, Wren sighed, clearly

been quietly watching the whole interaction, smiled. "If you're going to miss her that much, why not just ask her to stay

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gentle. "She's grown up now. She has her own life to live. I'm just happy I

before speaking again. "Is it because of her biological father that you've kept

has been judged for this for years. My mother and I just didn't want Maeve to

grew serious. "If you want, I could treat your children

what he meant and shook her head. "I couldn't ask you to

I haven't remarried. Arthur is only my nephew. I care about you and your kids more than anything. I'll treat them like my own,

her hand away and turned

it, but I don't think it's necessary. You've got your life, and I've

smile that had

for someone. Then it hit her-she hadn't returned his suit jacket yet. Maeve had been so caught up in everything lately that

over and

his assistant, turned when he heard