The Heir's Secret Bride

Byron was on the phone with someone when he saw Maeve coming over from the corner of his eye. He raised his arm at her and gestured for her to come over.

Maeve's gaze was firmly glued to his tie. When she got closer, she realized that this tie looked very familiar.

Wasn't it the one that Molly had chosen at the men's clothing store yesterday?

But it could also be a coincidence.

Maeve's thoughts raced. As soon as he hung up, she asked, "Your tie looks quite special. When did you buy it?"

Byron glanced at her and thought that she was saying this on purpose to show off that she had chosen a good gift, so he said cooperatively, "It's from someone else. Does it look good?"

"Who gave it to you?" Maeve's heart suddenly thumped.

Her confusion fell into Byron's eyes. It was as if she had given him something rare, yet she still pretended not to know.

"To put it bluntly, she is thin-skinned and arrogant. Byron thought.

Byron's smile deepened. "Of course, it's someone who's by my side every day. You know her too."

Maeve's head was buzzing. 'Aren't these characteristics referring to Molly? He actually accepted Molly's tie! Does he know what it means for a woman to give a man a tie? He even asks me if It looks good! What the fuck!' Maeve reached out and grabbed Byron's tie. She said angrily, "Take it off! You're not allowed to wear this!"

'She suddenly gets furious and wants to get the gift back. Byron looked at her strangely. "Reason?"

"No means no!" Maeve's face was filled with anger. "Take it down while I'm still talking to you nicely!"

"Not now." Byron calmly grabbed her hand. "You can do whatever you want tonight. I won't stop you." Maeve, who suddenly heard dirty talk, was speechless.

The two kids accidentally passed by and saw Maeve "using force on the Great Demon King.

The two chubby children covered their eyes at the same time and crawled toward the dining room like turtles.

They muttered in their childish voices, "We didn't see anything! Mommy, go for it!"

Maeve's cheeks heated up. 'What?'

In the end, the tie still fell into her hands. She loosened two of Byron's collar buttons, revealing his sexy collarbone that was usually hidden under his collar. He looked a little lazy. "Are you that impatient?" Byron asked teasingly.

"Who told you to wear someone else's tie?" Maeve pursed her lips and threw the tie into the trash can.

Byron subconsciously held her raised hand and watched as the tie fell into the trash can. He slowly frowned. "What are you doing? Why did you throw it away?"

"Can't I throw it away?" Maeve looked at him calmly. "Or can't you bear?"

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Her emotions came suddenly, as baffling as the words "someone else".

Byron's dark eyes reflected her expressionless face. He tightened his grip on her wrist. "Who allowed you to throw my things away?"

'She has already given me the gift, so even she can not do whatever she wants with it. What does she think I'm?' he thought. Maeve looked straight at him and said in a mocking tone, "Your things? Looks like I was wrong. So you like this tie very much?" Byron's expression gradually turned cold. Without saying a word, he let go of her wrist and bent down to pick up the tie in the trash can. Byron, who had always been obsessed with cleanliness, actually opened the trash can and picked up the tie.

Maeve clenched her fists tightly by her side. Her heart ached as if it had been pricked by needles.

'His first love is really unforgettable. For her, he can even overcome his obsession with cleanliness. Then who am I?' she thought.

"What if between me and this tie," Maeve's throat was blocked. Without thinking, she grabbed Byron's arm. "What if you can only choose one?" Between her and the gift from his first love, she was curious about who he would choose.

Based on their interactions over the past few days, Maeve did not feel that she was insignificant to him.

Moreover, it was just a tie.

Yeah, it was just a tie.

Maeve watched as he picked up the tie and patted the dust off it. Then, he glanced at her with an extremely cold and complicated gaze.

"How long are you going to keep this up? What's the point of this?"

'She is the one who gave me the gift. It is fine if she wants to take it back, but she actually dares to throw it away in front of me. If not for the fact that her body temperature was normal when he touched her just now, Byron would have suspected that she had a fever and was spouting nonsense.

But at this moment, he did not want to spoil her anymore.

Byron took the tie and left the corridor. He was visibly angry.

Maeve stood on the spot and looked at the floor under her feet in a daze. It was so smooth that it could even reflect her dazed expression.

She seemed to have overestimated her position in his heart.

She was actually not as important as a tie in his heart.

It turned out that this was the true treatment a pet should receive.

'When he is happy, he will dote on me. When he is unhappy, he will abandon me,' Maeve thought.

In the dead of the night, Maeve did not return to the master bedroom to sleep. Byron did not look for her either. With a cold expression, he went to the cloakroom to get his clothes. 14:22 Wed, Jan 8

Unexpectedly, he saw an open navy blue brocade box on the dressing table.

There was a watch lying quietly inside. It had a silver strap and a black and blue dial. The hour hand and minute hand flowed with a faint glow, low-key yet luxurious.

On the card beside him was written "Gift for Ronny."novelbin

A smile appeared on Byron's cold face. He looked at the watch and suddenly thought of something.

If this was the gift Maeve had prepared for him, what was that tie?

Also, she said, "Who told you to wear someone else's ties?"

That "someone else" was probably the person she really wanted to give it to.

'Clem?' The smile in Byron's eyes instantly dissipated, turning into a coldness and mockery that was even deeper than the bottom of an iceberg.

'No wonder she was so anxious. She even insisted that I take off my tie and throw it into the trash can. Why? Does she think that the things I wear are dirty and not worthy of Clem?' Byron chuckled coldly. Without looking at the watch on the table, he strode out and threw the tie into the trash can.

The night passed.

Last night, Maeve slept in the same bed as the two children. She got up late. It was not because the bed was too small and uncomfortable, but because she had something on her mind that she could not sleep well. Her toiletries were in the master bedroom. She still had to go back next door in the morning.

The moment she entered, she saw Byron coming out with his coat. She stopped in her tracks and walked past him silently. "Maeve," Byron called out to her coldly.

For some reason, his overly cold tone gave Maeve a bad feeling.

The next moment, her premonition came true.

"You didn't want to be my fiancée and wanted to call off the engagement, right? I'll give you time to think about it carefully."