The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 208

"Mr. Nelson, | cto get sfresh clothes for Byron. Which room is his?" A soft, sweet voice suddenly came

from outside the dining room, causing Marve to pause mid-bite. "Hmm? Why are the lights still on in the dining

room?" Lynn asked curiously as she walked over, her gaze immediately. locking with Maeve's,

Maeve was momentarily taken aback and asked, "Who are you?"

Lynn pretended not to know her and replied, "Who are you? Why are you in my fiance's house?"

The word "fiance pierced Maeve's heart like a sharp blade as she silently repeated it in her mind. The memory of

that news headline flashed before her, and her face grew pale. "You are Byron's fiancée?" Maeve asked.

Lynn tilted her head playfully and introduced herself, I'm Lynn And who might you be, Miss!"

Hearing that nleft Maeve stunned again, making her think, Lynn, 1.A, the initials on that sketch Byron made

when he

was younger...

Could it be this girl's name?"

"Miss Anderson, you're here!" Damian Nelson, the butler, walked over with a warm smile. When he saw Maeve,

he explained, This is a guest of Mr. Mcdaniel, staying here temporarily.

Lynn flashed Maeve a sweet smile. "Oh, | see. Byron is really kind-hearted. Don't be too reserved, and just treat

this place like your own home. | have something to do, so I'll be leaving now.

With that, Lynn left the dining room with Damian while Maeve sat there, her appetite completely gone.

However, for the sake of her child's nutrition, Maeve forced herself to finish the bowl of food before heading

upstairs.

Damian stopped Maeve in front of the master bedroom and said, "Ms. Reese, Miss Anderson is inside packing Mr.

Mcdaniel's clothes. Could you wait for a moment?")

Maeve smiled faintly and asked, 'ls Byron going on a business trip?"

She remembered how he was a neat freak, disliking anyone touching his things.

He would throw it straight into the trash even if someone accidentally brushed against his coat.

"Perhaps," Damian answered vaguely.

Maeve lowered her gaze, thinking. "Of course, they're getting engaged soon."

Seeing Maeve's expression, Damian lowered his voice. "Ms. Reese, Miss Anderson, and Mr. Mcdaniel have known

each other. since childhood, and their relationship is... special. He doesn't really want you two to meet, nor does

he want her to know anything about your past with him. "Miss Anderson isn't in the best of health, and Mr.

Mcdaniel is always worried about her. He's concerned that you might upset her. So, do you understand what |

mean?"

Maeve understood perfectly, but she didn't agree to Mr. Nelson's suggestion

She responded, "This is Byron's issue. What does it have to do with me? | don't think | have any obligation to

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She thought, 'If Byron belieges | will upset Lynn, that's his problem.

If he wantsto stay quiet, he should tellhimself, not have his butler interfere.

Damian's expression darkened slightly. He gave Maeve a deep look but said nothing further.

Not knowing how long Lynn would take to pack in the master bedroom, Maeve decided to wait in the study.

She walked inside and glanced around, her eyes finally settling on something.

On the black marble desk facing the floor-to-ceiling window, there was a photo frame... and another sketch.

However, This time, the sketch wasn't of Byron but Lynn.

It depicted her as a teenager, looking slightly younger and more innocent than when Maeve had just seen her.

Maeve's fingers curled as she stood there in a daze, her mind racing, 'Sketching each other and framing the

drawings. placing them in the most important rooms like the bedroom and the study....

No one would believe they aren't in love with each other. And what about me...what am | to him? Just a fleeting

amusement?

Maeve instinctively avoided answering that question, unwilling to face it

When enough thad passed, she left the study.

She suddenly heard Lynn speaking with Damian as she reached the corner.

"I know she's Byron's ex-wife, but she's already in the past. What matters is the future Byron and | will have

together. Besides, | don't think Byron cares much about her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have divorced her the

moment | cback." Lynn said, her tone innocent but cruel as she laughed.

Damian smiled satisfactorily, "You and Mr. Mcdaniel have known each other for over twenty years. Of course, she

could never compare to that

"Im leaving now. Byron's still waiting for me, Lynn replied.

"Alright, I'll walk you to the car," Damian said.

The voices gradually faded until Maeve could no longer hear them. Only then did she step out from the shadows,

her face as white as snow.

Lynn's words were like a needle, mercilessly piercing through the questions Maeve had avoided, forcing her to

confront them. Her mind raced, 'Why did Byron decide to divorceso quickly? "Why was his attitude so firm?

Why wouldn't he giveeven a chance to prove my i

"Deep down, I've always known the answer. | just didn't want to believe it. | refused to accept that he leftfor

another.

Woman.

"But now, no matter how much | lie to myself, there's no escaping the truth.

Two weeks passed, and during that time, Byron never once showed up.

If Maeve hadn't seen on the news that his engagement party was being planned, she might have thought he had

gone on a business trip to Citaly.

She didn't want to see him, but that didn't mean she wanted to remain trapped here.

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Chapter 208

The medication Jaylen had given her to stabilize her pregnancy would only last for two weeks, and she was

running out of

time.

Finally, the day cwhen all the staff were scheduled for a break. Everyone gathered in the living room

downstairs.

Maeve locked herself in her room upstairs, quickly tying the bedsheets is into a rope, securing it to the window,

and letting it dangle just a few feet above the ground. It was safe enough.

She put her coat on inside out and carefully padded her stomach with several layers of clothing before daring to

slide down

the rope.

By the ther a

arms were burning with exhaustion, she was close enough to the ground to jump.

But as soon as she let go, she fell into a familiar embrace filled with the scent of cedar and cold air.

The familiarity of the scent sent a chill down her spine, her instincts screaming in alarm.

Reflexively. Maeve tried to escape, but a pair of strong arms locked her waist, holding her in place as a furious

voice growled, "Maeve, are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Byron's jaw clenched as he effortlessly lifted the struggling Maeve into his arms and strode back into the villa.

Damian froze when he saw the scene unfold, "Mr. Mcdaniel, this

Byron's icy gaze swept over him, demanding, "What were you all doing? You didn't even notice her jumping out

of a window?"

His words caused the butler and the guards to go pale.

"Go and receive your punishment," Byron ordered coldly before stepping into the elevator with Maeve still in his

arms.

Once inside the master bedroom, Byron's anger had no outlet. Instinctively, he wanted to throw Macve onto the

bed, but something stopped him at the last second.

Instead of tossing her, he gently set her down. Leaning over, Byron gripped Maeve's chin, his cold eyes locking

onto hers as he asked, "What were you trying to do just now? Escape? Or..."

His gaze drifted downward, settling on her stomach as a chilling aura surrounded him.