The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 351

After sending it, Maeve got up and went to the kitchen. She used a small pot to prepare a remedy for the hangover and kept

it warm.

Byron still had not replied to the last message. Perhaps he had not seen it. Feeling a bit sleepy, she sent him another message: [There's a remedy in the kitchen. Remember to drink before going to bed when you get back. I'm going to sleep.]

After sending the message, she stared at the screen for a while, but there was no response. Waving away the inexplicable sadness, Maeve stretched, took her phone, and went to her room to rest.

For the next three days, Byron did not return. Every time Maeve called to talk about Theo, no one answered. After about an hour, a short message came back: [I'm busy.]

Even Maeve, usually slow to notice, sensed his avoidance.

'Wasn't he busy the last time he was overseas on a business trip?" Maeve thought. But still, the three daily video calls never wavered. As soon as he was done, he would contact her immediately. Maeve could tell the difference between being busy and being perfunctory. She did not understand-What had I done to make him avoid me like this?' Thinking it over carefully, she realized, 'It seemed to have started that night when I made the first move...

Maeye pressed her lips tightly. 'Is he really avoiding me?'

That night, Maeve received a message from Bonnie asking if she wanted to go to the bar to have some fun and check out the handsome men to lift her mood.

She had been running back and forth between the hospital and the studio these past few days, feeling completely drained. After a moment of thought, she replied: [Understood. I will be there in twenty minutes.]

She thought for a moment and replied: Roger that. Be there in twenty minutes.

Bonnie: [Okay!]

Half an hour later, at Starlight Pub.

There was a dress code, so Maeve took off her jacket before entering, revealing a black dress with exposed shoulders. The back extended in a V shape, seemingly casually tied with a black gauze bow.

The dress contrasted with her fair skin, making her stand out under the bar's dim, blurry lights.

All eyes on the first floor turned to her-some gazes were stunned, while others were sizing her up.

Maeve calmly made her way to Bonnie's booth and ordered a glass of wine from the waiter.

"Babe, you're too beautiful tonight," Bonnie said, gazing at her with infatuation. "If I were a man, I'd woo you. How could Mr. Mcdaniel ever have a chance?"

Maeve laughed and replied, "He doesn't have a chance anymore. Let's be together."

"Please," Bonnie teased. I don't want Mr. McDaniel coming after me with a 40-meter saber."

Maeve's smile faded slightly. "Why bring him up on such a lovely night?" she asked.

"You still haven't made up?" Bonnie inquired.

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"We didn't fight," Maeve responded. "I can't even see him, so how could we make up?"

Bonnie subtly glanced upstairs from the corner of her eye. Swallowing the doubts in her heart, she said, "Let's not talk about him. Let me tell you, there are many handsome men in the bar tonight." Before she could finish, a few boys pushed their way toward them.

"Miss, can we get to know each other?" The man in the middle was clean and handsome, with a bright smile. His eyes were locked on Maeve.

Bonnie almost wanted to whistle. "Maeve, you really are a straight-man killer. If the Great Demon King hadn't acted early, who knows how many people would have been charmed to death." Maeve was about to refuse, but Bonnie beat her to it. "Are you guys together? Coincidentally, we're bored sitting here. If you can entertain us, that would be great."

"Of course," the man said. "Miss, how do you want to relieve your boredom? I have many talents."

"Really? Then show us what you've got," Bonnie replied.

The man flirting with Maeve went to his seat, took out his guitar and played "Romance d'Amour" for them on the spot. His eyes kept glancing at Maeve.

He played quite well, and with his good looks, the attention of the other guests was drawn to them.

Bonnie enthusiastically clapped for the man and pushed Maeve to join in.

Feeling a little helpless, Maeve raised her hand to cooperate with her.

However, just as she raised it, she suddenly felt a cold, eerie chill creep up her back.

She had goosebumps all over her body.

'What happened?' Maeve thought.

Maeve turned around and looked around the room. Most people were staring at them, but the chill did not seem to be coming from them.

After a few seconds, the cold sensation slowly faded away.

The man put down his guitar and approached Maeve, inviting her to dance on the dance floor.

Before Maeve could respond, a deep, cold voice suddenly came from above the spiral staircase to the left.

"Why? Didn't you tell him that you already have a boyfriend?" the man said.

The familiar voice caused Maeve to abruptly raise her head, only to lock eyes with the man's dark, penetrating gaze. Her heart gave a sudden, sharp jolt.

'Why is he here?' Maeve thought.

Maeve pursed her red lips, ignoring the cold aura radiating from the man. She gave a casual smile and said, "Who cares about boyfriends when you're out having fun?" With that, she stood up and started heading toward the dance floor.

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"Aren't you leaving?" Byron said.

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The man's face turned pale. No matter how naive he was, he could tell that the man in front of him was not on the same level as him. He would not continue to pester someone like that. Seeing him run away, Bonnie clicked her tongue twice.

"A little boy is just a little boy," Bonnie said. "It's still fun to look at, but it is far inferior compared to a real man."

"Come back with me." Byron grabbed Maeve's wrist coldly and started walking toward the door.

Maeve struggled to break free from his hold and frowned. "I have not had enough fun. If you want to go back, go back yourself."

With that, she sat back down and took a big gulp from the wine glass in front of her as if to bolster her courage.

Bonnie wanted to stop her but did not have the chance. She could only watch as Maeve finished her drink.

The alcohol she had ordered was much stronger than what someone like Maeve could handle.

Looking at Maeve's bold action of drinking big mouthfuls of wine, Byron recalled the contents of her medical report. His cheeks tightened slightly.

Then, he took a step forward, picked up Maeve from her seat, and strode out the door.

Bonnie watched their backs without any intention of stopping them, even smiling.

Bonnie thought, 'Good luck, my darling.'

At that moment, faint footsteps came from the stairs.

Bonnie, in a good mood, looked up and saw Ray's gaze as he came down.

Her expression changed. She secretly cursed, 'Enemies are bound to meet on a narrow road,' and picked up her bag, preparing to leave.

Ray suddenly called out to her, "Wait."

Bonnie turned around and looked at him with a hint of mercy. "What is it?"

'Weren't we supposed to be strangers after breaking up? Why is he calling me?' She thought.

Ray lowered his eyes and pointed to the floor near her feet. "You dropped your pad."

Bonnie stood there, utterly dumbfounded, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her mind seemed to have short-circuited as she struggled to process what had just happened. She blinked rapidly, her face a mix of shock and embarrassment. She thought, 'Couldn't he just pretend that he didn't see it? Why did he have to say it in public? He was deliberately taking revenge on me!'

Her face turned green and red. She bent down, picked up the items, stuffed them into her bag, and ran away without looking back.

The hint of sadness flickering in his eyes quickly reverted to his indifferent expression.