The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 467

"I'll visit you guys when I get the chance," Maeve said with a smile.

Wren's face lit up. "Alright, but be careful on your way. Call me as soon as you arrive, okay? And don't forget to bundle up- it's been so unpredictable lately. Don't go catching a cold. Oh, and also...."

She kept going, rattling off reminders about little things. Maeve, who had never been doted on like this by her own mother, felt a warmth she wasn't used to. Despite not knowing each other for long, Wren's love felt genuine. Maeve couldn't help herself anymore. She leaned in, wrapped her arms around Wren, and whispered, "Thank you, Mom."

Wren froze for a moment, then her eyes turned glassy as they filled with tears.

Later, as Maeve boarded her flight at noon, she had this nagging feeling she'd forgotten something. She couldn't put her finger on it, though.

Probably just her usual nerves-whenever she traveled, it always felt like she was leaving something behind.

>Meanwhile, over at the Trazir headquarters, Zephyr had been standing at the entrance for nearly half an hour, checking his

phone over and over. 'Did I mix up the time? Or worse, did I get stood up again?'

Maeve, blissfully unaware of any of this, landed at Kleymond Airport that evening. She sent a quick text to Byron to let him know she'd arrived, then spotted the car he'd arranged to pick her up. She walked over, handed her suitcase to the driver, and slid into the backseat.

"Who the hell changes the date of a big drill without telling me?" came a sharp, cold voice. "If anyone in my team tried that, I'd have them fired on the spot. Save the excuses. That doesn't fly with me." The icy tone hit Maeve like a bucket of cold water. She stiffened in her seat, glancing toward the source of the voice.

The man turned to look at her, his eyes sharp and unrelenting, like he was sizing her up for a fight. His entire presence screamed danger.

After a beat, his expression shifted slightly. "You?" His voice dropped, laced with confusion. "Why are you in my car?"

"Mr. Soar, are you sure this isn't my car?" Maeve asked, her voice a little shaky. His intense stare wasn't helping her nerves.

polished businessman. The next, he seemed like something straight out

check whose car it was before hopping in? Are you always this reckless? Seriously careless." Maeve

about his tone, though she couldn't quite place where she'd heard it before. Still, his reaction seemed over the top for a simple mistake. Something was off, and she

Maeve stammered,

sharp and laced with

turned back, looking genuinely confused. "I was in there for less than a

GU

beat,

thanks," Maeve muttered, practically

Groaning, she turned around and

into the distance, Gale shook his head and muttered, "Unbelievable. So

heavy. Jason and Ryan

window when Maeve arrived. Will spotted her first, his face lighting up as he ran to

you're back!" he exclaimed, throwing

tightly and

inside with great-grandfather, trying acupuncture. But-" His voice dropped, and

coldness in his expression softened, replaced by the faintest trace of a smile. After the

clothes were the same as yesterday's, with creases on his usually crisp collar-a clear sign that Gilbert's condition had taken a toll on him. Knowing how particular he was about cleanliness, Maeve's heart sank.

tightened her hold on Will. "I'm

long as we stay on top of the follow-up care, his life shouldn't be

wouldn't be easy. Gilbert might survive, but the

home and grab you some clothes and toiletries," Maeve offered. "Is there anything else

phone before replying. "If it's not too much trouble, swing

got it,"