The Heir's Secret Bride

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It was really inconvenient to apply the medicine on one's back. I took Maeve a long time to apply it evenly. After applying the medicine, she immediately put on her clothes and walked out of the bathroom. Byron was not in the living room. He had to have returned to the bedroom.

She pursed her lips and went to the balcony to pick vegetables without thinking further about it. Then, she went to the kitchen to make breakfast. After breakfast, Maeve was about to clean up the table when she saw Byron standing in front of her with his arms crossed. She froze She froze.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Byron glanced at the single-portion breakfast in front of her and asked in a lazy voice, "Where's mine?" knew

Maeve

what he was referring to, but she did not answer. She silently wiped the table and brought her dirty dishes back to the kitchen before coming out. When she passed by Byron, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Mave," He looked at her coldly and said in a deep voice, "Talk."

Maeve pursed her lips and looked up into his eyes. "You didn't help me wash the vegetables or do anything for me. Why should I prepare your breakfast? Isn't there a cafe downstairs?" She couldn't believe that he had bullied her and still expected her to cook breakfast for him. He could just go to hell. Byron stared at her cold face. "There's no soup there."

Whatever. Maeve shook off his hand indifferently. As she went to get her bag from the sofa, she said calmly, "You can ask Ms. Booth to make soup for you. She won't disgust you and unlike me, she knows her place, right?" Maeve thought, 'Since I a

ince I am so unbearable to him, there is no need for me to treat him well anymore, right? I will only suffer if I do.

After she finished, a strange look flashed across Byron's eyes and he raised his eyebrows. Her words were laced with jealousy. He wondered if she was jealous of Karen.

Byron's dark eyes narrowed slightly. It was not until Maeve was about to walk out of the living room that he slowly said. "That's not a bad suggestion. I'd probably like the soup made by Karen more." Really? Good.

Saves me the trouble in the future." Maeve pretended to be relieved and walked out of the apartment.

She did not notice Byron's expression suddenly darkened, and his aura turned to ice.

At the company, Maeve was so busy in the studio that she didn't even have time for a break. Next month's exhibition was coming soon. She had to finish making the sample clothes as soon as possible so she wouldn't be late. Moreover, the design of the "Morningstar" series this time was related to whether she could gain a foothold in the company. She could not be careless.

Halfway through, Maeve was called out by Ava, who said that she had a delivery to sign.

When Maeve went out, she saw the courier standing there with a large bouquet of red roses. The courier said, "Ms. Reese, Mr. Graves got this bouquet for you. Please sign off on it."

Maeve's lips twitched. She thought, 'Is Jeff crazy? Who cares about his roses? Anything related to him would take up even too much space in the trash can.

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I'm sorry this trip is a waste for you. Please return it. I won't accept it," Maeve said.

The courier looked troubled. "But Mr. Graves said that if you don't sign for it, I should throw it away"

Maeve's eyes were calm. "Then throw it away or get rid of it however you want." It wasn't her money anyway.

However, this was only the beginning. Throughout the entire day, Maeve did not have a moment of peace. She was constantly called out to sign for items. There were cakes, branded bags, and even jewelry. This caused rumors to spread about her on the entire floor. Leah came back and called Maeve to the side to lecture, "This is the company, not a place for you to fool around. Your probation period hasn't passed yet, so can you stop with such behavior?"

Tm sorry, Ms. Mason: Maeve lowered her head apologetically. "Il take care of this. Sorry to disturb everyone."

Leah nodded coldly. "Get back to work."

Only then did Maeve leave. She walked to an empty corner and took out her phone. She released Jeff from the blacklist and called him

"Maeve, did you receive the gifts I prepared for you?" Jeff pretended to be gentle as he asked, "Do you like them?"

Maeve simply wanted to kill him. "Jeff, are you done? How long are you going to pester me?"

for not treating you well in the "How is this pestering? I'm pursuing you again, baby," Jeff smiled, "I want to make up past. I really regret it. Can you feel it?"

Maeve sneered. "You're only doing this for yourself. I'm not moved at all. Please don't send anything to my company anymore. You've already seriously affected my work. I am furious and annoyed. Let me make it clear to you one last time. It's impossible between us. We can't even be friends. Don't waste your time on me."

After that. Maeve hung up and exhaled gloomily. Jeff was so hateful. She couldn't believe a man like him existed. He only cared about achieving his goal and did not care if others were willing. As long as he was willing to be nice to her, she had to accept it Somehow, Maeve thought of Byron. She suddenly felt like crying but she quickly suppressed it.

"Maeve?

Mr.

Mr.

"Alex's clear voice came from behind. "Why are you standing here in the wind?"

Brown?" Maeve turned around and shook her head. "I came out to take a breather. By the way, I was in a hurry yesterday and didn't thank you for bringing me to change my clothes. You even sent me home." Alex stood there with one hand in his pocket. He smiled warmly when he heard this. "It's no biggie. I'm relieved to see that you don't have a cold"

Both Jeff and Alex had gentle voices. However, Jeff's was pretentious and sickening. Alex's, on the other hand, was courteous and refreshing. He also had a sense of propriety, which made her feel very comfortable. Maeve's eyes curved. "Thanks for the hot soup. Otherwise, I would have fallen ill

Alex nodded. Then, he casually mentioned, "I heard that someone has been sending you gifts today?"

Maeve was at a loss for words.

fit's inconvenient for you to tell me, just pretend that I didn't ask," Alex immediately added when he saw that she was troubled. troub

There's nothing I can't say. Maeve sighed. "My ex-boyfriend did it. Maybe he just wants to make things difficult for me."

Jeff

Maeve did not believe Jeff wanted to pursue her again. Either Jeff was just trying to make her unhappy, or he still had hopes for the company's inheritance and thought that as long as he married her, there was still hope. Either way, she had no interest in cooperating with Alex seemed to understand and comforted Maeve gently. "I'll instruct the front desk later to stop the items your ex-boyfriend sent on the first floor and refuse them. You don't have to be too troubled." Maeve's eyes lit up. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah. It's nothing. Of course, it's okay," Alex said, "Just focus on your work. You don't have to care about that stuff anymore."

"Alright, thanks, Mr. Brown."

Alex laughed. "If you really want to thank me, come to my private studio when you're free. I have an idea to integrate crewelwork into the design and want to ask you."

Of course, Maeve had no objections. "Send me a message when you need me. I'll go over later."

"Okay." Alex's eyes were filled with joy.