The Heir's Secret Bride
Secret Bride 442

Chapter 442

Fortunately, at this moment, Byron's phone rang. He clicked hicongue and turned around with a frown, leaning against the edge of the table and answering the call. "What's wrong?"

The other end said something, and Byron instantly turned freezing cold. He suppressed the faint anger in his voice. 'It happened last night and you didn't report it to me until now? You're just a bunch of idiots. Are you the retards that need me to teach you how to deal with it? "Pack up the relevant information and send it to my email. We'll have a video conference in half an hour"

Maeve silently moved further away. She realized that compared to others, Byron could be considered to be merciful to her Or his vicious tongue had long scolded her to tears.

Byron hung up the phone. His cold gaze softened slightly when he looked at Maeve. "I'm going upstairs for a meeting. It won't end soon. I'll get them to heat up a glass of milk for you later. Drink it and go to bed early. I'll be back soon." The coldness in his eyes had not completely faded yet, but the words he said were completely different from the harsh reprimand of his subordinate.

Maeve's heart felt slightly throbbed.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Byron frowned at her red cheeks. 'Are you seducing me?"

Only then did Maeve realize that she was staring at him in a daze. She hurriedly looked away and nodded. "I know. Just go. Byron seemed to sense something and smiled. He turned around and went upstairs with his phone.

Theo pursed his lips. "He's always bossing around and making orders. Even if he doesn't say it, we know how to take care of Mommy." He was supposed to be the backbone of this family. But now this man acted like he was in charge.

"Are you still not planning to reconcile with Dad?" Will looked at his angry expression and smiled lightly. "He has already promised to play guns with you when he has time." Back then, he had been begging his father for a long time before Byron finally agreed. Although Theo did not ask, Byron had obviously discovered his desire and brought it up.

Looking at the awkward interaction between his father and brother, Will was anxious, but he knew that he could not rush it. Otherwise, it might backfire.

"I'm not going to reconcile with him. He hated me first!" Theo was still brooding over that matter. The little flame in his eyes was still roaring, and there was a faint sense of disappointment that he did not even notice.

Even though he accepted living with Stinky Daddy and getting along peacefully because of his mommy, it did not mean that the scars on his heart had been healed. Only by making himself hate Byron could he accept the fact that Byron hated him too.

Just as Will thought, Theo was indeed conflicted.

Maeve felt that Theo liked Byron too much. That was why he cared so much about him accidentally hurting him previously. But she just didn't know why Byron was also making it so awkward.

The late night was enveloped in silence. Maeve lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already twelve o'clock, but Byron had yet to return. Maybe he just encountered some tricky problems. She sat up and picked up her phone, looking for some white noise to lull herself to sleep, and replied to the message.

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Mrs. Moss replied instantly: [He said that he's your friend. Ordinary-looking, with a mole on his chin. Probably in his twenties.]

Maeve: (Thank you, Mrs. Moss. Sorry to disturb you so late at night.]

She stared at the messages in a daze. After pondering for a while, she could not figure out who this man with a mole on his

chin was.

At this moment, a scorching body suddenly appeared behind her. The man hugged her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder as he lazily leaned over. "Who are you talking to?"

Maeve showed him her phone. "My high school teacher. Someone came to the school to investigate my background. I'm just wondering what they want to do."

Byron glanced at the screen. "I'll get Archer to replace it out."

"No need. My high school life is tedious and boring. They won't be able to replace anything." Maeve waved her hands.

"Greenhaven High School?" Byron raised his eyebrows slightly. You were also at that school?"

Maeve turned to look at him. "Also? Do you know anyone here?"

Byron's Adam's apple moved slightly. "No one."

"There is." After saying that, it hit Maeve that he had such a so-called first love. "Don't tell me that your first love used to be in Greenhaven High School." However, she remembered that the school uniform in the painting was not from her school's style.

Byron suddenly tightened his grip on her waist. He turned around and hugged her as they fell into the soft blanket. He lowered his head and kissed her red lips passionately to block her questions. There had been a few cold wars because of this before. Byron did not want to quarrel with her in bed at this time

Sensing his intentions, Maeve immediately lost her temper. She reached out and slapped his arm hard to make him let go of

her.

"It's getting late. Don't forget that you have to go to class tomorrow. Do you still want the sleeping service?" Byron grabbed

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her restless and soft hand and asked in her ear with a low gasp.

Maeve felt a tempting sensation in her ears. She turned her face away and gave him a cold profile. "I want it."

She revealed a slender and fair neck, which easily aroused his desire.

Byron's eyes darkened and he smiled silently. "Be good."