The Heir's Secret Bride

Alexis touched her forehead, confirming that she didn't have a fever or any hallucinations. She then walked over and asked. "Byron, what are you doing?"

Byron did not even look up. He simply said, "Making noodles."

"Are you not full from lunch? Alexis asked with concern. Just let the chef make it. Why do you have to do it yourself..."

""Maeve wants it."

This answer made Alexis frown. "Do you cook for her often?"

She had seen it more than once.

Byron placed the prepared fish into the casserole and replied casually, "Yes."

Alexis had reluctantly accepted Maeve for Byron's sake, but her dissatisfaction with Maeve only grew stronger.

"You've already been exhausted from work. Why is she still being so willful and expecting you to take care of her? Doesn't she realize she should be more considerate of you?"

Byron narrowed his long and narrow eyes. His voice turned cold. "Why should she be considerate of me?"

"You're the eldest son of the Mcdaniel family, and she's just from an ordinary family..."

"Mother, you're wrong," Byron said, giving Alexis a faint smile. "I lived an ordinary life just like Maeve did for over twenty years. If you look down on her, you're essentially looking down on the old me." Alexis's heart trembled at these words.

She was surprised that Byron actually defended Maeve so much.

He clearly knew that the 20-odd years of dislocation between him and Neville had left an indelible scar in her heart.

"Byron, I definitely don't look down on you. I just..."

Byron retracted his gaze indifferently. "I still have work to do. Please leave."

Alexis looked extremely disappointed.

Byron was willing to cook for his wife, Maeve, just someone unimportant, but he was so cold to his biological mother.

Alexis thought, "Why, exactly?

In the bedroom on the second floor.

Scott and Valda bombarded Maeve with countless text messages and phone calls, urging-and even threatening-her to seek help from their son-in-law, Byron.

Speaking of which, it was funny that they now admitted that Byron was their son-in-law.

Previously, when they believed Byron was just a driver, they mocked him on numerous occasions.

Maeve had wanted to ignore it, but she thought of something and picked up the call.

"Who told you Byron's true identity?" she asked without preamble. "If you lied to me, this will be the last time I answer your call

Valda paused for a moment before speaking. "It's...it's your brother. He saw Mr. Mcdaniel on the news regarding an airplane accident and informed us that, we just found out." Thinking back on it, they were filled with regret. When Byron came to visit them, why hadn't they treated him better? Instead, they had even allowed Jeff to come over and cause trouble. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so awkward now.

Maeve's eyes were filled with disappointment. "You're lying. Horace has never seen Byron before. How did he know that it was my husband when he saw the news?" Valda replied. "I

"I don't mind since you don't want to tell me. Don't call me again, and don't ever o

to see me.

come to see

Valda immediately panicked. "No, Maeve, wait. I'll tell you. A woman came to us and said that our son-in-law is the CEO of the Mcdaniel Group. She even came up with an idea for us, telling us to come to the Mcdaniel family to see you... Maeve frowned. "What's her name? Have you seen her?"

"No, no. She only called us once. We didn't see her."

A familiar trick...

Maeve had a guess in her heart, but to be on the safe side, she said, "Send me her numbers."

Il send them to you right away." Valda's tone was urgent, with a hint of flattery that was the complete opposite of what they had in the dining hall. "Maeve, look, can you plead with your husband and ask him to be magnanimous..." Before she could finish, Maeve hung up.

Valda gritted her teeth in anger. "What a wretched girl. She is so ruthless. She won't even beg Mr. Mcdaniel for her brother."

"Don't worry. No matter what, she's still our daughter. Scott's eyes lit up. "That won't change the fact that Mr. Mcdaniel is our son-in-law."

As long as Maeve and Byron were still a couple, it could make the Reese family benefit greatly.

It did not matter whether Maeve acknowledged them or not and whether she was willing to help. Maeve did not know what they were calculating. After hanging up, she clicked open the message.

During the call, Valda sent her the numbers over.

Maeve dialed. They were unavailable numbers-

If she guessed correctly, it must be done by Karen.

Karen was so sinister that she kept blowing Maeve's mind.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Maeve pursed her lips tighter and tighter. Suddenly, she heard a low-voltage warning on her phone.

She looked around and reached for the charger on the table.

However, she saw a photo frame upside down on the table, as if it had fallen down accidentally.

She picked it up and was stunned for a moment when she saw that it was not a photo in the photo frame.

It was an old portrait.

On it was a young mair with short hair and dark eyes, exuding a cold and gloomy demeanor. A band-aid was placed on the side of his face, and his thin lips curled slightly upward.

It added a hint of gentleness in him.

Maeve immediately recognized that this was Byron from his youth. Her eyes w

So this was what the old Byron was like?

filled with curiosity.

He was like a young wolf king yet to mature in the snowy plains, unaware of how to conceal his sharpness and brimming with it instead.

He appeared different from the calm, wise, and mature decision-maker of the corporation, yet there were similarities as

well.

At this moment, Maeve saw the signature at the bottom right corner of the portrait, L.A.

Maeve wondered. "Who is this?

Just as she was feeling puzzled, the photo frame in her hand was suddenly taken away.

Somehow, Byron appeared before her. With an indifferent expression, he set the photo frame back on the table, leaving it still upside down. "Don't touch it."

Perhaps it was Maeve's imagination, but at that moment, she seemed to have seen some dissatisfaction in his eyes.

When she looked into his eyes again, there was nothing there.

Maeve blinked in confusion. "That portrait is..."

"Your noodles." Byron interrupted her question. "It's going to cool down if you don't eat it now."

Maeve subtly sensed that he did not want to answer her question about the portrait.

Byron could not even allow her to bring it up.

Although he stood right there, an invisible barrier seemed to separate them, enclosing secrets she couldn't uncover.

On the way back.

From time to time, Maeve would think of the terrible things that had happened today. When she thought of the portrait again, her mind was in a mess.

The car stopped in front of the apartment building. Byron said coldly, "We're here."

Maeve lowered her head to unbuckle her seatbelt. In her chaotic mind, she suddenly recalled what Karen had said.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she suddenly asked him, "You disappeared for a week of the end of December. Where were you then?"

Byron's arm that was resting on the steering wheel paused slightly as he slowly looked sideways at her.

"What?"

"Nothing. I just suddenly thought about it and wanted to ask you

Byron narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, sensing that, judging by Maeve's expression, her question hadn't come out of

nowhere; she had clearly been contemplating it for some time.

It was as if she had been preparing for a long time before fi