The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve returned to the living room and saw Jaylen leaning against the chaise lounge, seemingly asleep. His eyes were tightly shut, and his face was sickly pale.

When she saw that the tray on the table was empty, she heaved a sigh of relief. However, she choked when she saw some residue of the medicine in the potted plant beside Jaylen. Just as Daryl had said, Jaylen had thrown the medicine away.

"Why are you back?" Jaylen heard the commotion and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Maeve in surprise. "Did you come back to check if I've taken the medicine? Don't worry. I've taken it." Maeve thought to herself, 'As if.

Maeve was very upset, but she did not expose him. She walked over and squatted by the side of the chaise lounge. She said, "After I gave birth, I suffered from depression. I was barely holding on for the sake of Theo. At that time, you were the one who kept encouraging me to overcome my depression and survive."

She thought to herself, 'Now, it is my turn to help you. I owe you this, so I should pay you back!'

Maeve looked Jaylen straight in the eyes and said seriously, "I promise to fulfill your wish. Now, please live for my sake."

Jaylen's eyes, which were devoid of hope, suddenly lit up.

He asked, "Are you really willing to be my fiancée?"

Maeve clenched her fists and forcefully suppressed the panic in her heart. She nodded and said, "I'm willing."

Jaylen stared at her for a long time. He initially wanted to hug her, but in the end, he only patted her head.

He knew very well that her promise had nothing to do with her romantic feelings for him. She was just pitying him because he did not have much time left.

Jaylen thought, 'So what? At the very least, she would be mine for a short time during the last part of my life. That is enough.

"For you, I will try my best to live," Jaylen murmured, as if he was making a promise.

With his assurance, the burden in Maeve's heart eased a little.

After watching Jaylen take the medicine, Maeve left and drove back to her apartment.

Byron had brought the kids back in the afternoon. When Maeve reached home, Will and Theo were sitting on the carpet in the living room doing handicraft homework.

Will was better at handicraft. He used white plasticine to make a cruise ship. The details were so exquisite that the ship was comparable to a figurine. When placed on the table, it looked impressive.

Theo was a different story. In terms of handicraft, no one could claim to be worse than him.

He was working with Will to build the cruise ship. Will had built the entire cruise ship, but Theo had yet to come up with a flag.

"What are you kneading?" Will looked at the colorful paste in front of Theo and was very puzzled. Will said, "I don't think the flag is that color."

"This isn't a flag. Theo's face was solemn. He lowered his childish voice and said, "This is a representation of my hopes dreams."

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Will was speechless.

He couldn't tell what Theo's hopes and dreams were from this piece of multi-colored plasticine.

Will saw Maeve walking over. His eyes were filled with joy. He called out, "Mom, you're back."

"Mommy! Come and help me." Theo seemed to have seen his savior as he jumped on his legs and called out to Maeve coquettishly.

Maeve's tense mood relaxed when she saw two identical cute faces looking at her at the same time. She smiled and walked over to sit down with them.

Maeve said, "I came home late today. Have you guys had dinner"

Theo complained, "Yes. Byron came to cook for us again, but it was not as sumptuous as yesterday. You can tell that he's patronizing us just because we're children!" Theo and Byron were naturally at odds with each other. Theo would take every opportunity to mock Byron. Theo and Byron were just like cats in a cat's den who didn't like each other and would hit each other with their tails whenever they met.

Will sided with Byron. He said, "That's because we wouldn't be able to finish all the food if he made too much. It would be a

waste."

Theo immediately asked Will, "Is Byron your younger brother or am I your younger brother? Why are you always speaking up for him? I know. He has already won you over. I have to make room for him to be your younger brother sooner or later!" Will decisively suggested to Maeve, "Mom, Theo should have less screen time from now on. He seems to have a screw loose.

Maeve tried her best to hold back her laughter.

After joining them in their back and forth bickering for a while, she finally helped Theo make a small flag.

The crooked flag was stuck onto the cruise ship. It was quite comical.

Theo was quite proud of himself. He said, "Will, you have to thank me. Thanks to my agility, your cruise ship now has a flag, which enables it to go to sea."

Will corrected him. He said, "That's not how you use the term agility. Besides, cruise ships made of plasticine can't go out to

sea."

Will wondered, 'How did Theo get full marks in his exam?'

Maeve took a photo of their cruise ship and posted it on social media.

The next second, she received a message from Byron. [Are you back? Come to my place.]

Maeve frowned and hesitated for a long time before walking over to Byron's apartment with heavy footsteps.

Maeve didn't want to hide from Byron that she agreed to be Jaylen's fiancée, but she didn't know how to tell him.

If she were in Byron's shoes, she wouldn't be able to accept it and would feel uncomfortable.

Therefore, Maeve did not expect him to understand her.

However, Jaylen would at most last half a year. If Byron could not accept it, perhaps they could end their relationship for the time being.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Maeve suppressed the bitterness and sadness in her heart. She pushed open the door and walked into Byron's study.

He was on the phone with someone. When he heard her enter, he turned around and gestured for her to sit down and wait for a while.

Maeve nodded. For some reason, she subconsciously looked at the top right corner of his desk.

There was indeed a photo frame there.

Maeve hesitantly moved closer to the table and saw the photo in the frame from the side.

It was not a photo, but a sketch of his first love.

It was exactly the same as the one Byron had placed in the manor's study.

He must have brought it along with him when he moved here.

However, what Maeve found unbelievable wasn't that he had the sketch of his first love.

Instead, what surprised Maeve was that, from her angle, the girl in the sketch resembled her. The shape of their eyes were especially similar. It was as though Byron had made a sketch of Maeve. Maeve's mind was in a mess. She clenched her fists tightly as she looked at Byron's tall figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Some things that she had neglected came rushing back into her mind again.

Maeve thought, 'Lynn resembles the girl in the sketch. I also resemble the girl. Has Byron's preferences never changed, or are Lynn and I both substitutes for his first love?'

Maeve wondered if Byron saw her as herself or if he saw her as his first love whenever he looked at her.

Maeve's face gradually turned pale. Her heart was in turmoil. She felt so uncomfortable that she did not want to stay here for a moment longer. She turned around and walked out. Before she even left the room, Byron grabbed her arm.

"What's wrong?" Byron came over after the call ended. He grabbed her wrist and rubbed it habitually. He asked, "Did I make you wait too long?"