The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve was stunned. "Why do you think that's me?"

"It is you, Mom," Will said firmly. "But younger than now."

Maeve felt kind of bitter and upset. Even his son got it wrong. So she must be so similar to Byron's first love. But she hadn't realized it before.

"That person isn't Mom. She's your father's first love!

Will opened his mouth slightly with an expression of disbelief.

Theo slapped the sofa angrily. "He still has a photo of his first love? Bad man!"

"Is it really not you, Mom?" After thinking about it, Will still felt that the person in the painting gave him a very similar feeling to her mother. "Mom, did you see Dad when you were in school?"

Maeve patted his little head, her eyes filled with pity. "No, if I had seen him before, Mom probably wouldn't have forgotten."

Byron's face and unique temperament were one and only in this world. It was impossible for her to forget such an indelible. man if she had seen him before.

However, when it came to school days, her deepest impression was her last year of high school.

It seemed that after returning from a visit to a university, Horace stole money from the family. Scott and Valda thought that Maeve was the one who took it and found 40 dollars in her pocket, so they beat her up and let her kneel in front of the house as punishment. That day, she was drenched in the rain. She had a fever in the middle of the night and almost fainted. When she called the ambulance, she was even scolded by Valda. It seemed that ever since she fell sick, her memory had become vague.

However, one thing was for sure. She had never seen Byron before and his first love could not be her.

Because her high school uniform was completely different from that girl's.

Until Maeve went to take a shower, Will had yet to wake up from doubt.

Theo nudged his arm lightly. "You have to be sober this time. Mommy just said that you can't tell anyone about this, including dad. If you dare to betray us, I'll draw graffiti on your Ece in the middle of the night."

Will got sick of it. It was rare that he did not refute his brother. know. I won't tell Dad about this. A gentleman never goes back on his word."

As a child, Will was really annoyed by the stupid adult's affairs. What's wrong with you, Dad? Now that you have Mommy, why don't you forget your first love? Now Mommy leaves you.

He couldn't take it anymore and jumped off the sofa.

Theo called out, "Where are you going?"

"Meditate." Will ran away without looking back.

It was quiet in the dead of night, in the master bedroom of the apartment opposite, Byron took the sleeping pills prescribed by Dr. Foster. After lying down, he finally felt a little sleepy. Suddenly, he heard the rhythmic sounds of a meditation drum. Byron opened his eyes slightly and frowned tiredly. After a long while, the sound was still there, so he could only get up and walk out of the bedroom.

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In the living room, the little boy was sitting there with a drum in front of him. His little hand was holding a mallet as he knocked on it, which was the source of his father's headache.

Byron's eyebrows twitched. He walked over and asked him, "Will, why aren't you sleeping? It's so late."

Will closed his eyes expressionlessly, "Daddy, I can't figure it out

"Figure out what?" Byron sighed.

"No matter what we do, we should be focused. Only then will we have a chance to walk the path of success," Will said calmly. "So people should also be loyal. Being fickle is bad for everything. Don't you think so?"

Byron massaged his aching temples. He was not interested in this little guy's lecture at night. "You can think about this tomorrow. It's already too late. Children won't grow tall if they sleep too late."Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"I can't sleep." Will still closed his eyes.

"What happened?" Byron was helpless.

Will said, "When I think of the portrait of a woman, not Mom, in your study, my heart hurts so much that I can't fall asleep."

Byron rolled his eyes. 'So you've been knocking the drum for so long just for this?"

He picked up the back of Will's collar with one hand and carried him back to the room.

Will was still sitting cross-legged with his little drum in his arms, His expression did not change at all.

"Go to sleep. Kids shouldn't worry about adults." Byron patted his head and warned him.

Will was still motionless. "I'll grow up

sooner or later."

After coming out of Will's room, Byron stopped in his tracks and turned around to enter the study.

He picked up the photo frame on the table and looked at the somewhat gray sketch. His thin eyelids covered the dark thoughts in his eyes. "Loyal? What did Will want to tell me just now?'

The next day, Byron arranged a chauffeur for Will. During this period of time, he went to kindergarten together with Theo saving a lot of time for Maeve.

This also meant that even if she wanted to avoid him, Maeve would inevitably bump into him when she sent Theo downstairs.

After Byron took Will into the car, he turned around and walked towards his car, not even giving a glance at Maeve.

Even though she knew this would happen, Maeve still felt a sense of loss. She forced herself to pull herself together and walked to the side of the road. Due to the traffic policy adjustment, she couldn't drive to the studio today. At this moment, the familiar black Spyker slowly stopped in front of her.

The driver lowered the window, "Ms. Reese. Please get in. I'll give you a ride."

Maeve looked at the tightly shut window of the backseat and her heart skipped a beat..

This was Byron's car. The driver would not dare to do this without his permission.

Thank you." Maeve thanked him softly and got into the car from the other side.

Byron crossed his arms and closed his eyes as if he did not intend to communicate with her.

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Due to yesterday's unpleasant conversation, Maeve remained silent the entire time as she just quietly looked out of the

window.

The two distant people in the backseat as if there was a minefield in the middle.

Even the driver suspected that they had quarreled.

Coincidentally, there was a turn before. The driver had an idea and turned the steering wheel violently.

The sudden tilt of the car caused Maeve, who was sitting by the window, to be thrown onto Byron. It took quite a few seconds for the car to stabilize.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, Ms. Reese. I'm so sorry, the road is a little slippery from the rain this morning," the driver explained.

"Be careful," Byron instructed calmly.

"Alright, alright. The driver nodded.

Byron looked down at Maeve, who was still leaning against his chest. He asked in an indifferent tone, "Are you paralyzed?"

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