The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 66 At the stime, outside the intensive care unit at First Hospital, Karen looked at the phone after hanging up. She was deep in thought, but still quickly deleted Maeve's messages and missed calls. There were dozens of them. Maeve was really persistent and had no sense of boundaries. At this moment, a deep and cold voice suddenly sounded from behind Karen. "Who allowed you to touch my phone?" Karen's hand trembled. She couldn't delete the last missed call.

imately after, Byron took back his phone.

looked slightly nervous. "B-Byron, something happened at the company, so Mr. Bax went back first. He askedto hold on to your phone for you and return it to you when you cout of the washroom..." Karen's father had a sudden cerebral infarction last night and was sent to the hospital. She asked Byron for help before he left the company. Byron was a a very sentimental ental man. Patrick had only taken him in for a few years. Until now, Byron had not forgotten this kindness and had stayed vigil outside the ward since last night. He only had tto go to the washroom just now. Karen couldn't help but be curious and secretly unlocked Byron's phone to take a look. Byron never set a password, so she easily saw Maeve's messages. She didn't expect to be caught by Byron. Byron ignored Karen. He glanced at the phone screen and saw Maeve's name. His eyes gradually darkened, Byron had been busy with Patrick's hospitalization since last night and getting someone to contact a professional neurological medical team from overseas. So much so that when he saw Maeve's call, he remembered that he had forgotten to tell her to postpone the meal. But Maeve had only called once. Perhaps she thought he was still busy and did not want to disturb him. Byron frowned and turned to leave.

"Wait, Byron. Where are you going?" Karen hurriedly stopped Byron. "Dad hasn't woken up yet. I'm a little afraid to be here alone..." She could not believe that he would leave at this tafter here for almost a full day. Byron stopped in his tracks and looked at Karen. "There are professional doctors and nurses here to take care of him. Patrick will be fine." "But- But- "Also, Byron interrupted coldly, "I hope you remember that you're only a secretary. It doesn't allow you to check my phone without permission during non-working hours. This is something that only my wife is qualified to do." Karen's face turned pale. "I-I didn't do it on purpose. I saw your maid calling and you weren't around, so... "So you told her not to disturb us?" Byron's gaze was sharp. "Karen, I'm here because of your father. I hope this doesn't happen again." Tears welled up in Karen's eyes at his words. "You're warningbecause of a maid? Is my relationship with you, after all these years, not as close as hers?" Byron's eyes did not waver at all. "It has nothing to do with who it is. You crossed the line today." When he finished, he walked toward the elevator.

Karen covered her face and leaned against the wall, trembling. Then, a trace of doubt appeared in her mind. It was strange 1/3 08:22 Fri, Oct 18.

08.24 Chapter 66 68% for a maid to keep sending messages to harass her boss. Byron had said those words to her just now as if he were defending Maeve.

However, this thought was immediately rejected by Karen. She did not think that someone of Byron's status would be interested in a mere maid.

Other than Maeve's good looks, she didn't have anything else. Byron's eyes wouldn't be that bad. It had to be because Byron never liked others touching his things without permission. That was all.

When Byron returned to the Retro Apartment, he strode into the living room and looked around. Although the light was on, there was no sign of Maeve. Instead, a fragrant fragrance of a soup wafted from the kitchen.

Byron immediately walked toward the kitchen. As expected, he saw Maeve standing there, gently stirring the soup in the white pot. His gaze relaxed slightly. "Maeve." Hearing the familiar deep voice behind her, she stiffened. Her fingers tightened around the ladle. "Mr. Mcdaniel, you're back." Without turning her head, she took a small plate from the cabinet.

"Yes" Byron's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. After a moment, he said, 'About having dinner with your parents, -er alright," Maeve interrupted softly, "I didn't know you would be so busy, so I asked you to accompany me. I went back by myself today, so it's alright if you don't accompany me." She sounded the sas usual. She didn't even complain. It was as if it didn't matter whether Byron was there or not Byron froze. He stopped explaining. His eyes were like the bottom of the deep sea as he looked at her back. "You just called me. Karen picked up, right?" His voice gradually deepened. "Yes" Maeve tried to sound as natural as possible. "She said you were very busy, so I didn't call and continue disturbing you TWO." Byron narrowed his eyes. "Don't you want to askabout what she said?" Two.

He did not hear what Karen said to Maeve in full. He only heard the last sentence. That sentence alone was intriguing enough. Maeve was in love with him. Since she heard Karen say that to her on his phone, it was impossible for her not to feel puzzled and aggrieved. Maeve looked down at the steaming soup in the pot, her thoughts in a mess. "No. What's there to ask?" she said casually, "Ms. Booth is right. I shouldn't disturb you at such an inconvenient time." Maeve's

s nonchalant tone instantly shrouded Byron in a thick layer of gloom. His aura turned chilling. His sinister gaze locked onto Maeve, making her feel chills run down her spine. He thought, 'If Maeve really loves me, she will be jealous, instead of speaking so calmly. Unless her previous admiration foris all an act He chuckled inwardly. He had been deceived. deceived Byron's thin lips curled up coldly. His voice was filled with sarcasm. "Is that so? So you know that you've disturbed us. I thought you don't even have the least bit of self-awareness, that you don't know what you're doing is disgusting me."

Maeve tightened her grip on the ladle.

Her face was so pale from the steam rising from the pot that there was no color on her face. I'm really sorry to disturb you. I won't call you again in the future. Even if I want to call, I will ask for your permission before calling. I don't want to ruin your twith her, she stated clearly. Byron's eyes turned ruthless. His voice was cold and terrifying. That's for the best." When he finished, he turned around coldly and left the kitchen. After a while, the apartment door was closed with a loud bang.