The Heir's Secret Bride

Archer said by the side, "Mr. Medaniel, I made a detailed play guide when I came. I've just sent it to your phone. You can take a look

Byron nodded slightly. "Thank you."

"Not at all, Mr. Medaniel, I'll go back to the company first. Have good tinie."

"Yeah"

After applying ointment last night, Maeve no longer felt as bad day and could barely walk, but she was basically excluded from the exciting activities at the resort. However, the good thing was she did not have to worry about running into Byron.

They rarely visited this place, she did not want to waste time in the hotel room. She picked a few scenic spots with less traffic where she could take the sightseeing bus around with Theo.

After stepping off the cable car from the mountaintop, they reached Cloudhaven Lake. The mother and son rented a boat and sat there fishing while basking in the sun.

Theo tried to imitate Maeve, sitting there with a fishing rod, but it was not long before he grew restless. He ran off to splash water and feed the fish, then sprawled out on the boat's deck, sunbathing his chubby little belly.

Maeve was amused. Neither mother nor son noticed a lake-blue boat slowly approaching.

The father and son, dressed in dark casual wear, sat at one end of the boat. They wore sunglasses, masks, and baseball caps, each holding a fishing rod, and both had the same indifferent expression. Other than one being larger and the other smaller. there was no apparent difference between them.

"How many have you caught?" Byron asked casually.

"Only three," Will said modestly. "What about you, Dad?"

Just as they were talking. Byron's fishing float suddenly moved. Byron calmly reeled in the line and responded to his son, This is the eighth one. Will was speechless.

On the other end, Maeve saw a boat approaching from afar but could not see anything clearly besides two blurry figures. She retracted her gaze when a fish bit the hook. "Darling, I caught three fish. Let's have all fish dinner tonight." Maeve put away the fishing rod and poked Theo's belly. "Let's go to Lake Island to see the roses. Theo immediately sat up. "I want to eat the rose macarons you make."

"Then you'll have to wait til we get back. We can't take away the roses here." Maeve smiled and asked the boatman to steer the boat toward the shore.

It was March at this time. The rose blossoms were in full bloom on Lake Island. They looked like clouds of rouge falling beautifully and vibrantly from the sky.

As they walked along, Maeve took many photos of Theo. Feeling tired from walking, Maeve told Theo to wait under a tree while she went to buy some drinks and snacks.

As soon as she left, Theo looked at the tree behind him and suddenly had a bold idea. He wanted to climb up to take a look. Without hesitation, the little guy moved with agility, quickly climbing up to the fork of the branches."Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Wow, it's so high up Theo's eyes sparkled as he looked down and accurately found his mommy in the crowd. "Mommy! he

called out

Just as Will arrived beneath the tree and heard the sound, he instinctively looked up, only to see a face he recognized all too well, one he saw in the mirror every day. He looked exactly like him.

Will's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Theo, who perched on the tree branch waving at Maeve. The shock in his heart was indescribable. Then, a thought crossed his mind.

He must be the person Dad saw. Who is he? Daddy can't be having another child. Then he's... 'Will's usually smooth- running mind went blank instantly.

When he heard Theo coming down from the tree, he quickly hid behind the nearby tree to observe discreetly. He saw Theo dusting off the dirt from his clothes, then, with his short legs, he dashed toward the figure heading toward this direction. "Mommy!" The little guy pounced over and hugged Maeve's thigh like a baby bird returning to its nest.

"Did you just roll the ground?" Maeve smiled and squatted down. She handed him the fruit juice she had just bought and wiped his face with a handkerchief. "How did you get yourself dirty?"

Theo giggled. Seeing this scene, Will pursed his lips and turned around with mixed feelings. He then walked in another direction without looking back.

When Byron saw his son return with a pale face, he frowned slightly. "What's wrong? Are you not well?" "Daddy, I'm a little tired. Will lowered his eyes to hide all the emotions in his eyes. "Shall we go home?"

He indeed looks tired but there seems to be other emotions, Byron thought

Byron rubber the top of his head and replied in a low voice, "Let's go home now."

When they returned to the manor, Will locked himself in his room and did not even eat dinner. That night, he had a low fever.

After Dr. Foster examined him, he told Byron, "Mr. Mcdaniel seems to be overthinking. His mood fluctuations are causing a low fever. In other words, it's a psychological problem."

"What do you mean? Byron's eyes were deep and darkened.

"When I checked his temperature just now, I heard him mumbling Mommy in his sleep. Dr. Foster did not say anything

further.

Byron's expression turned slightly cold. "You may go out first."

"Okay," said Dr. Foster.

After closing the door, Byron walked to the bed and sat down. His warm palm gently covered Will's sweaty forehead.

Will seemed to have sensed something. His eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes to look at Byron. "Daddy. His voice was hoarse. "Why doesn't Mommy want me?"

Is it because she likes my younger brother more? Or does she have some difficulties and have no choice but to abandon me? Will thought

After saying that, Will closed his eyes and fell asleep, without realizing these words had set off a dark storm in Byron's heart. His eyes were so gloomy that they seemed to want to devour everything.

"No matter how mature Will is, he's just a child less than five years old. The absence of a mother is more damaging than being abandoned by his mother. Meave, You're really despicable 10.44

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It was Monday. As usual, Maeve sent Theo to kindergarten befor leaving for work at the studio.

However, she found out that several clients who had ordered custom dresses a few days ago suddenly changed their minds today. It was fine if it was just one or two clients, but it was more than a dozen of them as if they had made a prior arrangement.

Maeve called to inquire, but either no one picked up or, when they did, they spoke vaguely, with none willing to provide a reason. The more this happened, the more suspicious it seemed

As per the saying, "When it rains, it pours." While the situation with the customers backing out remained unresolved, several designers seemed to have coordinated beforehand and tendered their resignations.

The newly-established studio seemed to have become a tiger's den that everyone avoided. Maeve did not try to retain them but turned to the other designers, asking if anyone else wanted to leave. As soon as she spoke, others stood up.

Maeve finally confirmed that someone was scheming behind her back. Not only did he drive away her clients, but he also poached her designers. He probably aimed to ruin her studio and see the newly founded Dreamscape collapse at the starting line. However, Maeve had no clue who it was