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.

really had that kind of pure, unconditional parental love before. It was like being a kid

react.

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

little while, she decided it was time to leave, taking with her

account, even though she hadn't used modern technology like a phone

about how tough things had been for Maeve, so even though

sighed, clearly not wanting to part

"If you're going to miss her

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gentle. "She's grown up now. She has her own life to

her biological father that you've kept her identity

for this for years. My mother and I just didn't want Maeve to have

"If you want, I could treat your children like my own. That way, I could help

and shook her

remarried. Arthur is only my nephew. I care 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.

gently pulled her hand away

it's necessary. You've got your life, and I've got mine. I think it's better if we keep

had

Trazir headquarters, when class ended that 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 lately that it completely slipped her mind. She wondered if

hurried over and said, "Hey,

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