The Heir's Secret Bride

Alex was stunned. He looked at Marve, whose fare was flushed. A gentle sense of amusement flashed across his eyes as he said. "I think she's great."

Bonnie knew that there was a chance when she heard that. She continued to probe. "What do you mean by 'great'?" she said. "If it were you, would you like a girl like Maeve?" "Of course," Alex affirmed. "It's hard for anyone not to like a girl with such a good personality like Maeve, right?"

Maeve's cheeks flushed slightly.

She knew that Alex was praising her out of showing courtesy to his cousin, but she was bashful when it came to handling compliments. Once she was praised, she would blush easily.

She was like a rose covered with dewdrops, and there was an unknowing charm in her elegance.

Alex zoned out a little as he looked at her.

Byron entered the restaurant and happened to overhear their conversation.

In particular, his face instantly darkened when he saw Maeve's blushing face.

He walked toward the table with a serious demeanor and tapped the table with his long fingers, saying, "Do you mind if I have a seat?"

Alex recognized him as Maeve's uncle and said politely, "Of course, Mr. Reese. Please, have a seat.

Byron glanced at him and sat down beside Maeve.

Maeve looked at him in surprise, thinking, "What a coincidence?

Bonnie leaned in over and asked softly, "Maeve, how come my cousin addresses the Great Demon King as Mr. Reese?" "He doesn't want others to know about our relationship, so I told Mr. Brown that he's my uncle, Maeve replied quietly. As soon as she finished speaking. Maeve heard the man beside her say coldly, "My good niece, serve me some food."

Maeve was left speechless.

She took a deep breath and deliberately put a few dishes that Byron didn't like onto his plate as a form of revenge. "Why are all the dishes served food which I don't like?" Byron asked as he frowned slightly.

Maeve smiled at him and said, "Uncle, eating more carrots and coriander is good for your health. You're not a kid anymore. Why are you still so picky?"

Byron could tell that she was deliberately provoking him, so he sneered. Then, he leaned forward to take the plate in front of her and said indifferently. "In that case, I can't have these vegetables all by myself. You look malnourished" Maeve was so angry she gritted her teeth, and the blush on her cheeks deepened.

She thought, I'm malnourished? Which part of me suggests that I am malnourished?

Alex watched their interaction and felt that there was something strange about it. He then said with a smile, "You two have a great uncle-niece relationship."

Bonnie looked at her cousin

n as if he were a fool.

She thought, They've even swapped plates and forks, and you still think they're uncle and niece, single for so many years. God is quite fair.

No wonder you've been

Maeve. What do you think of my

Then, she deliberately said, "Mr. Reese, we were just talking about finding a boyfriend for Maeve. What do cousin? He's successful, handsome, and rich. He's worthy of Maeve, right?"

Maeve glanced at Bonnie helplessly. For some reason, she was a little nervous and wanted to know how Byron would answer.

Byron put down his fork, glanced at Alex, who looked nervous and expectant, and sneered inwardly, thinking, Just a pretty boy and a weakling. He can't even protect Maeve!

Retracting his gaze, Byron then glanced at Marve, who was beside him. "She won't consider dating until she turns thirty, so you might as well not waste your cousin's time."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone at the table was left speechless.

Not knowing the inside story, Alex thought it was because Maeve's uncle could not bear to part with his niece. He said with smile, "If Maeve isn't married by thirty, you'll be worried. Mr. Reese, it's fine for her to start meeting guys and see how it goes."

Byron did not respond to that remark. He asked indifferently, "Mr. Brown, what do you do for a living?

"I currently own a design brand company, and I've achieved some success," Alex said with a modest expression.

"What a pity."

What?"

"My niece has a special fondness for drivers and is not attracted to men in other professions." Byron gave Maeve a sideways glance, which came off as mocking but was not explicitly intended as such.

Alex paused for a moment. His eyes showed a hint of confusion

Drivers, huh?' he thought.

HI

Bonnie could not catch on to what was meant. She asked Maeve softly,

ftly, "What do

does he mean?

"He's mocking me." With that said, Maeve chewed her potatoes harder and harder as a way of venting her anger.

She thought, "Yesterday, I mentioned that I'd rather my husband be a driver, but that was just a metaphor. The way he brought it up makes it seem like I have some special preference for drivers. It's sarcastic. What a petty man!" Alex thought Byron was joking. He smiled gently and said, "Mr. Reese, you're really humorous."

"What's so humorous?" Byron asked.

"You're quite humorous when it comes to topics related to Macve. Alex said with a sense of reflection. "Maeve is really lucky to have an uncle who cares so much about her."

The word "uncle" suddenly it somewhat unpleasant to hear.

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He squinted, turned to look at Maeve beside him, and said dotingly, "I can't help it. She's too clingy to me. She even needs mne to accompany her to sleep at night." Alex, Bonnie, and Maeve were incredibly startled.

"Uncle, are you drunk?" Maeve asked. She stood up abruptly, grabbed hold of Byron's arm while enduring the scorching shame on her cheeks, and said through gritted teeth, 'T'll bring you out for a breather to clear your head."

Byron looked calm as he said. "Okay. The coffee here is quite strong

Maeve was at a loss for words.

After the two left, Alex frowned, feeling that something was off.

"Bonnie, is Maeve's uncle too strict with her? And their relationship seems to be a little too intimate? Could it be that Maeve was brought up by her uncle?"

Bonnie was left speechless, thinking, 'Alex, you're the only one at the table who takes these words seriously. No wonder you lose out to that Great Demon King. Where has your sharp sense in fashion gone?'

In the corridor, Maeve questioned Byron angrily. "What nonsense were you talking about just now? What do you mean 1 need you to accompany me to sleep at night? I clearly sleep alone.

"If you don't want to sleep alone, it's possible to have company if desired." Byron snorted when he saw her blushing face.

"That's not what I meant. Also, why did you say that I won't date until I turn thirty? Could it be that you want to drag your feet and wait until then to divorce me?" Maeve looked at him suspiciously. She thought, "When he mentioned thirty, it's hard not to suspect he has some motive."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Byron squinted. That's a good suggestion. When you turn thirty, it wouldn't hurt to ask that pretty boy if he would pursue you."

"He's really trying to play tricks on me, Maeve thought.

She was extremely angry. "Let's go to the family court to get the divorce certificate now then."

Hearing this, Byron's cold gaze landed on her face. "You want a divorce just for that pretty boy?"

Realizing that he was talking about Alex, Maeve paused briefly. "What does this have to do with him?"

"Isn't he the next guy you want to date?" Byron sneered.

"Nope!" The warmth on Maeve's face faded as she defended herself. "I want to divorce you because I don't want to be involved with rich people anymore. It has nothing to do with anyone else." still