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

react.

for a response. Just being here, having Maeve with her, was enough to make

though. After a little while, she decided it was time to leave, taking with her the gifts-snacks, clothes, bags-that Wren had given

far as to make an online shopping account, even though she hadn't used modern technology

so even though she couldn't change the past, she wanted to give her the

clearly not wanting to

"If you're going to miss her that much, why not just ask her

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softly, her voice gentle. "She's grown up now. She has her

"Is it because of her biological father that

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

"If you want, I could

shook her head.

about you and your kids more than anything. I'll treat them like my own, no matter what." Warren gently took Wren's hand, his voice earnest. "Please, let me take care of you and

she gently pulled her hand away and

got your life, and I've got mine. I

that had

evening, Maeve stepped outside and noticed Zephyr standing not far off, like he was waiting for someone. Then it hit her-she hadn't returned his suit jacket yet. Maeve had been so caught up in everything

and said, "Hey,

his assistant, turned when he heard her and looked a little surprised.