The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 191

Maeve was sarcastic as her words had an inexplicable sense of joy. She was like a sulking penguin, unsure of how

to exp himself. Instead, she could only discreetly poke at others and bury his head in their soft bellies to hide.

express

Byron had rarely been mocked like that, but he was not angry at all. He remained silent. He then raised his hand

and knocked on the panel. "Archer, give him my schedule for the next few days," Byron said. Archer immediately

replied, "Okay, Mr. Medaniel."

Once the partition was lowered, Maeve took the itinerary from Archer and glanced at Byron frownly. Seeing

Byron, she had no intention of explaining as she could only look down.

A few thin schedules were densely packed with Byron's daily schedules. His schedule started at six-thirty in the

morning and ended at eleven-thirty in the evening. His tfor resting was less than two hours in total,

including his meal time.

For the past few days, Byron had revolved around the "West City Development Project Maeve had unintentionally

cacross news that several well-established companies were competing for the project.

Maeve realized Byron was not avoiding her on purpose, but he was in a real busy.

"Add Archer's WhatsApp," Byron spoke to Maeve.

Stunned, Maeve replied, "Why?"

In the future, he'll send you my daily schedule, Byron sneered. In case you're suspicious and think that I'm

deliberately giving you a cold war," he added. Mave felt hesitant as she then said, "I don't think that's

necessary..." "Why not? Don't you think I've neglected you? Byron asked.

Meave only remained silent..

Maeve inwardly cursed the small-minded man, though her face showed no expression. "Let's say |

misunderstood this time. But what about the times before? Don't you intend to ignoreon purpose?" she said.

Byron frowned and did not say anything.

Maeve smiled and said, "You always act like this during our arguments. | can't help but feel that you're in a cold

war withthis time. Isn't that just normal?"

"Is this your reason for having dinner with other men?" Byron lowered his voice.

"That's another matter," Maeve replied. "I just want to tell you that | hate what you did to me. | would prefer to

be locked in a room and argue with you until dark rather than be left alone like this," she added. "Otherwise,

each tyou walk away unhappily, I'll think it as you waging a cold war against me, leavingwith the feeling

that I've done something wrong," she finished her words firmly.

Outside the car window, the lights and shadows intertwined and flowed to Byron's sharp face. It was difficult to

know his emotions. However, Maeve did not expect him to listen to her words. With his position, he was used to

controlling the dominant position.

How could he understand my feelings? Perhaps that was the disadvantage of being incompatible, Maeve thought

pessimistically. She then looked up and realized they had arrived at Retro Apartment. She then opened the door

and got out

of the car.

After entering the apartment, the two of them walked in one after another. Neither of them took the initiative to

break the silence. It was not until they entered the bedroom that Byron slowly turned around and looked at

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"Let's continue," Byron suddenly said.

"What?" Maeve asked. "Continue what?"

Byron put down his suit jacket and adjusted his culls. "You'll think that I'm having a cold war with you because of

the topic that day. Is it so difficult for you to accept that | can't have a chil

Byron hit the nail on Maeve's head. Maeve was indeed worried about the child. She composed herself and she

said, "What if | say yes? 1 like children very much. What if | want one in the future?" Then adopt one," Byron

easily replied.

Hearing that answer, Maeve was puzzled. "If you can accept adopted children, why don't you want your own

biological

child?" She asked.

Byron stopped tidying his sleeves and walked closer to her, staring straight into her eyes. Then, he placed his

palm on Maeve's stomach.

"Maeve, are you pregnant?" Byron asked.

In an instant. Maeve's ears buzzed, and her heart was pounding. The shock in his eyes was about to overflow,

but she suppressed it firmly.

"Don't you always take precautions? How am | supposed to get pregnant?" She tried her best to keep her voice

steady and threw the question back at him.

-Byron withdrew his hand thoughtfully. "You seem to be paying a lot of attention to the topic of children recently,"

he

replied.

"That's because | don't understand why you hate children, Maeve uttered.

You don't need to understand, Byron said calmly. If you like children, we can adopt a few in the future," he added.

Maeve clenched his fists. "Do you hate your own child that much?" She raised her voice.

Byron raised his hand and touched the back of her neck. He pinched it neither gently nor forcefully and said

casually, "Biologically. I'm afraid | won't be able to help but strangle him to death." "Why?" Maeve wondered.

"Since you're not pregnant, that's the end of the topic. As you said, every t| take measures, the probability of

you getting pregnant is about zero," Byron explained.

His lips curled into a smile, but there was a hint of cruelty in it. "Give up on this idea as soon as possible. | won't

repeat the swords twice," he continued.

Macve's palms were cold, and her heart felt like it was leaking air. It was so cold that she could not help but

tremble. She still had no idea why he refused to have a child.

However, Maeve understood his heartlessness towards his biological child. Or perhaps, it was his heartlessness

towards her The child was not expected by Byron. 'How long could Maeve hide it from him in the future?" She

thought. Macve did not dare to appear too disappointed in case he noticed something. Hence, she changed the

topic. "I still feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. I'll go see if there's anything else to eat in the fridge," she

said. Byron suddenly said. "Wait"

"What's wrong?" Maeve turned her head and felt Byron's fingertips on her cheek as her eyelashes fluttered.

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Chapter 191

Byron brushed a strand of hair from her cheek to her ear and uttered, "Arguing in a room until dark is just too

clichéd."

Maeve was stunned and she asked, "And?"

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"Why don't we change it to some