The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 549

Chapter 549

Maeve paused for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing her bright eyes.

She pondered, 'Aiden Soar... His surname is Soar. Could he be rated to the Soar family?

She extended her hand, shaking his briefly. A coolness, colder than usual, seeped from his fingertips, making her involuntarily shiver.

Aiden noticed the reaction and quickly withdrew his hand, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. "You seem to have heard of me?"

"No, I don't." Maeve replied, shaking her head. "Your last name is rare, so I was just curious,"

Aiden smiled faintly, not pressing further.

Maeve led him into the dining area, where it was buffet-style. Guests had to serve themselves, but the food was exceptional.

The modified recipes for several main dishes had been Maeve's gift to Esme.

She pointed out which dishes were particularly good and which ones were limited, requiring an early arrival to get them, all- while filling her own plate.

Seeing her heap her plate so high, Aiden couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you worried you won't be able to finish all that?"

In his experience, whether it was his sister or the women he usually interacted with, they all had to strictly monitor their calorie intake, making even an extra bite feel like a sin.

But that didn't seem to apply to Maeve.

"No, I've been working outside all afternoon, so I've burned a lot of energy. I need to make up for it," Maeve said, her tone casual. "And the food here is amazing. It changes daily, so if I don't eat it now, I'll have to wait until next week." Aiden, not having much of an appetite before, found himself piling more food onto his plate without thinking-

sat down, she began eating with gusto, like a

the eye. Several guests, walking past, stole glances at him, whispering about the striking resemblance between Aiden and the

Maeve went to grab a dessert and asked Aiden

his usual intake and felt a strange fullness. He politely

for dessert, scanning the room before speaking. "Running a guesthouse like this on her own must

a son." Maeve took a bite of her

around to

took a long sip of her drink, her eyes not betraying any intent behind her words. "No, I think he's sick and hasn't

an eyebrow. "What's wrong

illness is harder to handle than

away, but Aiden

he

waving it off. "I'm full. I'll lead back to my room

"Yeah," Aiden replied.

contemplating. He took dut

after she left. She had opened the window in the room, and through it, she could see the clear lake, quietly flowing under the soft glow of the streetlights in the night. She had already begun sketching the design

recalled the rumors she'd overheard in the jazz café earlier, Maeve hesitated. She wondered,

showered, called Will and Theo to check in, and

slept soundly, unaware that Nightfall Manor was already enveloped in a shadowy

tops and shorts with little straw hats, were out in the garden, pulling weeds

day, so they preferred working when

weren't entirely focused on

few days?" Byron asked, tossing aside a

to yank

bore

for so long?