The Heir's Secret Bride

Her parents never loved her.

Because she was not a son, because she could not support the whole family, and also because... they did not love her.

Perhaps it was because she understood this too well that she had listened to them so much in the past.

She hoped that she would be able to obtain their love.

Byron raised his head and stared at Maeve for a while. Suddenly, he raised his arms and pressed his warm fingers on the comer of her red eyes, rubbing them gently.

"In the past, parents thought that an overly luxurious environment could not temper the child's personality and ability. It would even turn him into a useless adult when he grew up." Maeve blinked in confusion. She did not understand why his topic had changed so quickly.

Byron's eyes suddenly narrowed. "So they threw the child to a remote place and let outsiders replace the child."

Hearing this, Maeve also narrowed her eyes. "Why? How can there be such cruel parents?"

Byron chuckled imperceptibly but he sounded cold. "Are they ruthless? Perhaps this is called tempering."

What the hell?

Maeve almost couldn't help but swear. She knew that in nature, eagles would throw their cubs down from high places to train their flying ability.

They either broke their wings or learned how to fly.

But she had never seen any people doing this.

Leaving the child outside to fend for himself and finding an imposter to replace his position? When the two children grew up, those guys let them fight. Only the winner could survive Was this a joke?

"Are you serious? Does Gilbert know about this?" Maeve was so frustrated that she even forgot about the pain. Her face was filled with indignation. "You're just going to tolerate it? If it were me, I wouldn't be able to tolerate it. I'll definitely ask them for an explanation!" The coldness in Byron's eyes instantly dissipated. He looked at her and chuckled. This time, he sounded in a better mood. "It's fake," he said casually. "Maeve, you're so gullible. No wonder you're being controlled by your parents,"

Maeve was shocked and speechless.

"You're lying to me?!" Maeve was in disbelief. After that, she felt a little sad. Tm really angry here, and you're lying to me?"

She thought that it was something that he had experienced when he was young. Coupled with what Neville had done, she was angrier.

But he lied to her!

The smile on Byron's lips was meaningful. "Why? Do you feel sorry for me?"

Maeve gritted her teeth. "Who cares about you? I'm just surprised that there are such cold-blooded parents in this world!"

It made sense. Even if Byron's parents wanted to do that, Gilbert would not sit back and do nothing.

Unexpectedly, Byron did not agree with her words. Instead, he looked into her eyes and said in a deep voice, "There are many cold-blooded people in this world. The so-called blood relations are nothing. If you don't know what to do, don't do anything" He would do it for her.

Before the anger in Maeve's heart could dissipate, it was replaced by an indescribable emotion.

Byron was really despicable sometimes.

He could always see through her thoughts easily and hold her anxious heart firmly.

She could not resist the gentleness behind every word he said even though she knew that he would also be so gentle to Lynn.

"I know. I was just being stubborn for a moment. Maeve lowered her eyes and smiled. "In the past, I always yearned for a

but loving father and a gentle but tolerant mother. It has almost become my obsession.

Byron removed the ice towel from her knees and said casually, "Although I can't satisfy your second wish, I can reluctantly fulfill your first wish."

Maeve did not react and looked at him suspiciously. "How?"

The next second, Byron opened his arms to her with a serious expression. "I can be your strict but loving father. Come, let's hug

Maeve was shocked and speechless.

Then she said, "Byron, are you crazy?"

An angry and shameful curse erupted in the car. "You still don't forget to take advantage of me at a time like this. Shameless!" How obsessed were men with being someone else's father?

Hug?

In his dreams!

In the Game Hall, Theo swaggered over to the claw machine and pulled his hoodie over his head, looking cool and arrogant.

too!

In fact, he was afraid that he would be embarrassed if others saw him play too badly.

Logically speaking, even the most unlucky person would be able to catch a toy from the claw machine as long as one paid. enough money. However, this never happened to Theo.

He never got anything

For example, at this moment, dozens of game coins were thrown in, but he did not even catch anything.

Theo leaned against the claw machine, looking in despair.

"How could this be?'

Theo didn't notice. A man ina smoky gray trench coat had been watching him from behind.

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He was wearing a black beanie and a scarf. His entire body was wrapped tightly, and his hands were in his pockets as if he was afraid of the cold. He stared at Theo

For some reason, he was attracted by the child and watched Theo grab the doll for half an hour.

The man watched as Theo scratched his ears and cheeks, stomped his feet, and clenched his fists. He also always muttered something, looking very lively. How vivid

The man's eyes dimmed slightly. It seemed that he could choose to die later today.

He had to wait until this child left.

Theo felt that there was only one coin left in his pocket and immediately let out a cry.

His mother had said that he was only allowed to waste 10 dollars Any more would be deducted from his piggy bank.

He couldn't afford that.

Theo put in the last coin and closed his eyes to grab toys blindly

He thought that since he couldn't get up anyway, he wouldn't waste his energy staring at it.

Something fell out of the claw machine's exit.

Theo opened his eyes and was so excited that he almost jumped up!

He got one! For real!

He quickly took out the toy and hugged it happily.

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Just now, he realized that this man had been staring at him, but he was too busy grabbing the toys to pay attention. Now that he saw that the man was still staring at him, Theo's cheeks puffed up. "Sir, why do you keep looking at me?" The man in the trench coat seemed to be stunned for a moment He stared at Theo's face for a long time before saying slowly, as if he had just learned to speak, "Watching you grab the toys"

Theo felt that this person was a little strange.

It was as if he was sick. The vitality in his body was gradually withering like a tree that was about to wither.

There was no sign of life in those warm eyes.

Theo suddenly frowned and raised his head to look into the man's eyes.

His eyes... felt so familiar!