The Heir's Secret Bride

"Will, when your mommy and daddy have their wedding, would you be their ring bearer?" Alexis gently encouraged him. "You look so handsome and make a wonderful ring bearer.

Hearing this, Maeve suddenly jolted awake, realizing that the boy was the child of Byron and Lynn. A pang of bitterness welled up inside her. The child looked about the same age as Theo, meaning Lynn had become pregnant soon after her divorce from Byron. She thought, "Wow, that's quite a seamless transition! Maeve quietly stepped back, suppressing the indescribable emotions within her, and continued searching in the other rooms.

As she walked away, Will's serious voice came from the sofa. "I have my mommy. I don't need anyone else to be my mom."

Alexis chuckled. "You're still young and don't understand our adults' struggles. Having Miss Anderson as your mommy is for your good."

"Isn't the premise-of doing something good for me asking what I want first?" Will was confused. "Otherwise, it seems like you're satisfying your desires as adults." Alexis was momentarily speechless, unsure of how to respond. She suddenly felt that having such a clever be entirely a good thing; he was even hard to persuade. child might not

Over there. Will emerged victorious, while Maeve exited the last bedroom on the third floor and unexpectedly bumped into Byron, nearly shocking her. Fortunately, she remembered that she had changed her appearance, and Maeve quickly composed herself, bowing her head to greet him calmly and explaining that she was there to clean.

Seeing that Byron hadn't responded and seemed not to recognize her, she heaved a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to turn and leave, he suddenly said, "Clean my room."

Maeve felt relieved that she had brought cleaning supplies to avoid arousing suspicion; otherwise, she would have been exposed. Taking a deep breath, she respectfully replied, "Alright

Byron nodded and walked toward his room. Maeve followed him, and as soon as she stepped in, she noticed that the decor was just as it had been four years ago, stirring a wave of nostalgia within her. To this day, she can vividly recall the scenes of celebrations in that room. However, New Year's Eve wasn't over yet, and everything felt like a dream, shattered utterly. Returning here once more, saying her heart remained unaffected would be a lie.

"What are you standing there for?" Byron casually shrugged off his suit jacket and sat on the sofa, elegantly crossing his long. Jegs. "Get started."

"Alright Maeve resignedly began cleaning.

The room was large, making the cleaning quite labor-intensive But Maeve had no choice but to endure it. She was already on the third floor, and with the fourth and fifth floors still left to check, she couldn't afford to give up.

As Maeve cleaned with her back to the sofa, she didn't notice that Byron's gaze was fixed on her, carrying a hint of curiosity.

"Could you please lift your feet?" Maeve quietly asked Byron as she brought the vacuum cleaner to the sofa.

Byron reinained still. Maeve frowned and looked up, unexpectedly locking eyes with his dark, piercing guze that seemed capable of seeing right through her.

She tightened her grip on the vacuum cleaner, and the unease in her heart nudged her to remind him again. "Please- Before she could finish, her wrist was caught, and she fell into a warm, spacious embrace,Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

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Maeve stared 111 shock, her mouth agape as she pressed against his chest, trying to rise but realizing she couldn't move. "Mr. Mediel, please show some respect!" she said, struggling to keep her anger in check. I'm a servant of the Mcdaniel family. not your lover!" Since you're a servant of the Medaniel family, which means you're mine," Byron said casually, his long arm wrapped around her slender waist, holding her in place. "Show what respect?"

She cursed inwardly, "Bastard! Can't be control himself around woman? Not even the family maid is safe! Why isn't he dead yet?" Maeve was seething with anger, but fearing he might notice, she dared not show it. Instead, she put on a pitiful expression

"Mr. Mcdaniel, I have dependents to care for, including an eighty-year-old elderly person in my family. Could you please let me go!" she fabricated, sounding quite convincing.

Byron's deep eyes narrowed slightly as his fingers toyed with the delicate bow on her uniform, a fragile knot that could be easily pulled apart. Maeve's pitiful appearance only intensified his desire to disrupt her composure.

"Since it's so difficult, why not just come with me?" he asked casually.

Maeve gritted her teeth and replied, "You have such a prestigious status; how could a mere maid like me possibly be worthy of you? I would feel utterly ashamed!"

That's your problem, he replied.

Maeve was speechless; she cursed inwardly, 'Damn it. Maeve felt her head nearly explode with frustration. She mustered all her strength and headbutted him, hoping to make a run for it while he loosened his grip. Unfortunately, she was still a moment too slow. A powerful force gripped her waist, pinning her back against the sofa. The tables had turned: Byron was above her, and she was below. The precarious position filled Maeve with a deep sense of foreboding-

"Maeve Reese, are you done?" Byron's voice was low and icy. "Dont think I won't recognize you just because you've made yourself look like this."

Maeve was shocked, and her eyes widened uncontrollably. She thought, 'Impossible! How does he know it's me? Is he trying

to trick me?

Holding onto a glimmer of hope, Maeve steadied her voice. "Mr. Mcdaniel, you've got the wrong person. My name isn't Maeve Reese; look at my ID badge..."

"Still pretending?" Byron scoffed, his rough fingertips tracing her cheek, unable to sense any signs of her disguise.

Maeve felt satisfied; he couldn't prove anything without peeling off her disguise. However, she underestimated just how far he was willing to go.

Byron's gaze traveled over her figure wrapped in the uniform, h long fingers sliding down to rest on the bow at her collar. He spoke in a low, mocking tone, "You can disguise your face, but what about your body?" She thought, "What does he mean?

Before Marve could grasp the deeper meaning behind his words, he tore the bow at her collar loose; the ties from her collarbone to her waist came undone, exposing a patch of beautiful skin.

Byron's palin pressed down, not too hard but firmly on her most vulnerable spot. Ele lifted his gaze slightly, looking at her with a mocking expression "What's wrong? Do you want me to continue?" Maeve's face turned so red it felt like it could bleed. "You bastard"

"Tm the bastard Byron said, his expression unchanged as he cally replied, "There are worse bastards out there, just bear

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with it." As he finished speaking, Maeve's skirt was lifted.

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yet strange sensation slithered over her skin like a serpent determined to consume its prey. Maeve couldn't hold back any longer. "Byron Mcdaniel, are you even human? You'd lay your hands on your maid? Are you that desperate?" At her words, Byron sneered. "Are you my family's maid?"

Maeve bit her lip. "You've known it was me all along, haven't you? Is it really that entertaining for you to toy with me?"

"Disguising yourself as a maid to sneak into my home, what do you want?" Byron asked.

"L... Maeve stammered, struggling to come up with a reason for a long moment.

She had discovered that Byron rarely returned to the Mcdaniel family, maybe only two times a month, so she never considered the possibility of running into him. Little did she know she would end up facing this one-in-a-million chance.