The Heir's Secret Bride
Chapter 68

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Ray found it strange and followed Byron's gaze. Then, he saw Marve sitting not far away, with her cheek on her hand and talking to the sweet-looking girl opposite her. He raised his eyebrows. "Byron, isn't that your maid? Should we go over and say hello?" Byron averted his gaze and glanced at Ray coldly. "You've nothing better to do?" With that, he walked toward the table arranged for them. After sitting down, Ray thought of the displeasure in Byron's words just now and asked fearlessly. "You guys quarreled again? Are you in a bad mood because of her!" Byron casually flipped through the menu and said indifferently. Do you think she's worthy?"

Byron's words were very harsh. Even Jarrett looked surprised.

Last time at the hospital, the atmosphere between Byron and Maeve was not like this. It was obvious that something was off. Jarrett and Ray wondered what had happened. Ray rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. Then, he raised his hand and gestured for the waiter. Boss?" the waiter asked.

"Send a rose cake tower to the two ladies at table 6 and put it on my tab," Ray said.

Sure

Boss. With that, the waiter left.

Ray turned back to Byron and smiled slyly, "Byron, that's a dessert my restaurant specially prepared for couples. You don't mind if I give your maid one, right?"

Byron's eyes were calm as he said emotionlessly, "She's not mine. If I have to repeat this again, you will end up swimming in the river later."

Jarrett chuckled. Ray silently looked at the river outside the window and decided to shut up first.

At Table 6, Maeve and Bonnie were chatting about the draft when a waiter pushed a dining cart over and placed a nine-layer rose pink cake tower in the middle of the dining table. Maeve was stunned. "Sorry, is there a mistake? We didn't order this"

"This is a treat from a gentleman. The waiter smiled, "I hope you will like it. Please enjoy."

"Which gentleman?" Maeve asked in confusion.

The waiter's white-gloved hand was pointed toward a spot by the window.

Maeve looked over and saw Ray leaning out of the booth separated by greenery. He smiled and waved at her. It was Byron's friend. mend.

Maeve's heart tightened and she subconsciously looked at the spot beside Ray. However, due to the angle and the greenery, she did not see anything, including Byron's familiar figure. Maeve pursed her lips and looked up at the waiter. "Please thank Mr. George for his generosity." The dessert tower had already been sent to them. If she rejected it, she would embarrass Ray. If there were a chance in the future, she would think of a way to return the favor. .

"

The waiter smiled and left.

Bonnie took out her phone and checked the menu. She was shocked. "Marve, this cake tower was specially prepared by this restaurant for couples. Are you dating secretly?"

"No, you misunderstood. Maeve was helpless. "It's just someone I know." She did not know why Ray gave her this. They had not spoken much to each other. She wondered if it was because of Byron.

Since Marve could not figure it out, she decided not to think about it. She said to Bonnie, "Let's go downstairs later. I want to buy some fabrics and accessories. They'll be useful when I go to work tomorrow."

Bonnie took a bite of the lemon tart and nodded happily. "I will even go to hell with you now? She loved desserts the most. The person who sent Maeve this dessert was such a good person.

Maeve smiled. The next second, her tummy seemed odd and she said, "Bonnie, I need to go to the washroom first"

"Sure."

Sure.

Maeve picked up her bag and walked toward the washroom. When she went in, she saw that her period had indeed arrived.

Maeve rubbed her lower abdomen and walked to the sink. Her face was slightly pale in the mirror, and her thin eyebrows were subconsciously furrowed. Every time she had her period, it would hurt. But it wasn't unbearable. She could still tolerate it

After washing hands, Maeve endured the discomfort and returned to the dining room. Unexpectedly, when she passed by a table, she tripped over something and her shoulder bumped into the waiter's tray.

The c***y mushroom soup on the tray spilled all over Maeve. Some of it even slid down her collar and wet her shirt, making it stick to her body. She trembled from the hot soup. She held onto the table and steadied herself. Just as she was about to apologize to the waiter, a familiar voice came from the seat beside her.

"Maeve, you're so careless. How can you bump into someone while walking?" Maura sat there, linking arms with a man. Her fingers twirled her hair as she gloated.

Maeve thought of what had tripped her just now and looked down at Maura's high heels. "Maura, what are you doing?" she asked coldly. "You deliberately stretched out your leg to trip me just now, right?"

The last time they were in a casual clothing store, Maura did not hide her malice toward Maeve. Maeve did not expect Maura to be even more blatant this time.

"You're quite good at shirking responsibility, aren't you?" Maura sneered. "With your poor driver husband's salary, he can probably only bring you to such a high-end place once every six months, right? It's normal you're not familiar with such places. After all, that is your

me.

life.

Maura couldn't stand Maeve. Since Maeve wasn't able to marry Jeff, she should be even more miserable. Instead, she married a husband who was as handsome as a popular celebrity,

It was fine if Maura was targeting Maeve, but when Maeve heard her mock Byron, she was instantly furious. Without thinking, she picked up the wine glass on the table and splashed it on Maura's face.

Maura was stunned by the splash. She came back to her senses and screamed, "Maeve "

"What's wrong with being a driver? Is it your business?" Maeve's usually soft voice was filled with anger. "At the very least, my husband earns a proper living, unlike some who can only survive by seducing men. Compared to you, my husband is much better."

"How dare you splash wine on me?" Maura's eyes were red with anger. She stood up and was about to hit Maeve in the face when a hand grabbed Maura's wrist. It was Alex.

"Miss, you better calm down, There are surveillance cameras in the restaurant. If you make a scene here, you'll be at at disadvantage, Alex warned in an unpleasant