The Heir's Secret Bride

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Byron's eyes narrowed slightly. He lowered his head and looked at her for a few seconds before answering slowly. "There's nothing special. I lived in the orphanage before I was seven years old. Later, I was adopted by the Booth family. In less than a few years, I returned to the orphanage." ""Why?" Maeve was puzzled.

"In the second year of year when I was in the Booth family, they found their missing biological son." Byron did not elaborate and simply summarized..

A chill ran down Maeve's spine. So the Booth family adopted Byron because they was afraid that they would have no descendants in the future. After finding his son, they abandoned him. Seeing her expression, Byron chuckled. "I was the one who suggested leaving."

Maeve was stunned. "How did you..."

"I don't like the feeling of depending on others for a living. Compared to the orphanage, I have more freedom." Byron raised his hand to push away the loose hair on her cheek. His tone was slow and unhurried. "Besides, I don't yearn for kinship as much as others. It makes no difference to me whether I have a family or where I live."novelbin

A cold-blooded person could not even feel a trace of warmth toward his family, let alone outsiders who were not related to him.

And the root cause of all this was related to the survival of the fittest in the orphanage.

It was not his fault. It was Jason's fault that had allowed his illegitimate son to replace Byron.

Maeve pursed her lips tightly. A bitter taste surged in her throat. She wanted to say something to comfort him, but she felt that he did not need any comfort.

He had never relied on others' sympathy to get to where he was today.

Byron raised his eyebrows and touched the corner of her reddened eyes with his fingertips. He teased in a magnetic voice, "Why? Are you pitying me?" "No." Maeve pouted. "I worry about you. Can't I?"

Byron's movements paused. It was as if a cat's paw had suddenly scratched his heart, making it itch and heat up.

When cutting the cake, Maeve gave the first piece to him to eat first, saying that it was to make up for the hardships he had suffered when he was young.

Although Byron did not feel that his childhood was miserable, he still enjoyed Maeve's rare attentiveness.

After eating the birthday cake, the two stayed in the home theater on the first floor of the basement and watched a movie. They made a bet on which character was the mastermind.

"If I win, the seven requests I owe you will be written off. If you win, I'll do whatever you want. How about that?" Maeve took the opportunity to propose an unfair contract.

Byron smiled silently. "Come on."

She had delivered herself to his door.

Maeve was so happy that she clenched her fists. This was a sure win for her. With her years of experience watching scary

movies, the murderer must be the most inconspicuous person.

However, this bit of experience was nothing in front of the director's mischief. He used the audience's psychology to reverse the most unexpected mastermind behind the scenes, allowing the entire movie to reach its peak. Then, Maeve lost.

"This director doesn't know how to film at all!" Maeve slapped the sofa angrily. "What reversal is this? Just carve the word 'murderer' on that person's forehead!"

Byron could tell what she was thinking at a glance. "Are you going back on your word?"

"I didn't! I've always kept my word." Maeve gritted her teeth. She said reluctantly, "Just state your request. I'm willing to accept my loss."

She had suggested the bet herself. It would be too unclassy to go back on her word now.

Byron tilted his chin and looked at her. He sized her up for a while, making her feel a little scared.

She felt that there was something bad brewing in his eyes.

"I suddenly remembered," Byron said slowly with a meaningful tone, "that you are a designer."

Maeve thought, 'Isn't it obvious?'

"Make a set of clothes for me," he continued.

Maeve heaved a sigh of relief. She did not expect him to let her off so easily. Her eyes were filled with joy. "Do you want a suit or a private suit?"

"It's not for me."

"What?"

Byron snorted and put down the cold beer in his hand. He suddenly leaned forward and whispered a few words into her ear. Maeve's cheeks turned red. Without thinking, she pushed him away and almost fell off the sofa. "Byron, you're a pervert!" looked like a gentleman. "If you're willing to bet, you have to admit defeat. You said it yourself."

Byron smiled calmly. H

No one would have thought that he had just whispered something embarrassing into Maeve's ear and that Maeve's reputation as a top designer would probably be ruined by him.

After their birthday, the two of them did not leave the island immediately. They stayed on the island for a few days.

The new product launch had just ended, and this was when Maeve was at her most idle.

People would send Byron important documents to the island every day. Most of the time, he was either holding video conferences or playing with Maeve.

It was probably because of that day, Maeve was less and less scrupulous in front of him, and she dared to say more and

more.

Just as she thought that they would continue like this, she received a message from Molly.

[Mr. Mcdaniel, when are you going to take responsibility for me Aren't you afraid that I'll tell Ms. Reese about us sleeping

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together?]

These two short sentences made Maeve, who was originally walking her cat and dog, suddenly turn pale.

The cats and dogs were sent over by Byron. He was afraid that she would be bored by herself, so he had them to accompany her when he was busy.

Her phone was also Byron's. She had been using it to take photos and play games these few days.

He didn't have a password lock on all his applications, so she could read anything, even important documents sent by his subordinates.

Maeve was not interested in those things and would not check who he was usually sending messages to.

If not for the fact that she happened to take out his phone to look at the time, she would not have paid attention even if she heard the notification.

However, when Maeve saw this message, her hand trembled as she opened the chat interface with Molly and scrolled up.

This was not the first time she had sent such a message to Byron

In the beginning, she even questioned Byron why he fired her and whether it was because he didn't want to take responsibility for sleeping with her and treated her as a casual woman. Molly was probably too anxious that she made the threat.

Maeve suddenly squatted down weakly as if she lost all her strength. Her mind went blank and she temporarily lost the ability to think.

'Byron slept with Molly?' Maeve immediately rejected this idea in her heart. She could not suspect Byron just because Molly said it.

However, Molly had been holding it in for so long that she couldn't take it anymore and exploded.

[Do you think you can pretend that nothing happened just because you turned a blind eye? If you don't reply to me, I'll immediately tell Ms. Reese what you did to me that day when you were drunk!] Maeve's ears buzzed, and her vision suddenly became empty.

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