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    Byron avoided Karen''s hand. Flis gaze was sharp. "Karen, don''t make us enemies."


    These words made Karen''s heart ache. She couldn''t believe it. She thought, ''He clearly has feelings for me. Otherwise, out of all the women who want to get close to him, why am I the only one who can stay by his side! Even if I am just a secretary. I am the only female secretary in the secretary''s office. Karen''s eyes were red as she clenched her fists to prevent herself from losing herposure in front of Byron. "Got it. I''ll leave now, Mr. Mcdaniel."


    Byron


    nodded casually and returned his attention to the pile of documents.


    Karen walked out of the office in her high heels and found a quiet ce to calm down. Then, she took out her phone and made a call. "Ms. Reese, this is Karen."


    Maeve''s work today was surprisingly smooth, probably because there was no more sarcasm. The two prototypes she had made were mostly done. All that was left was the details.


    Before she got off work, she received a call from Karen.


    "Ms. Reese, you''re Byron''s maid. You have heard about his wife, right?" Karen spoke faster, "I want to know who she is and where shees from." Maeve frowned slightly. "Ms. Booth, you should ask Mr. Mcdaniel about this."


    Karen only knew Byron was married now, which meant he deliberately hid it from Karen. In that case, it would be best if Maeve did not say anything.


    Karen continued, "This is very important to me. I don''t know why Byron refused to tell me and even told me not to care about such a small matter. But how can I not care? Please do this as a favor to me. If Byron asks, say that I forced you to say it. He won''t do anything to Maeve felt her heart aching. She couldn''t exin why but she just felt upset. Tm sorry. I can''t help you. You should ask someone else." She took a deep breath and hung up.


    Maeve stood there in a daze for a while before packing up and leaving thepany.


    When Maeve returned to the apartment, it was dark inside. She was surprised. It seemed like Byron was not back yet.


    She turned on the lights, set the groceries aside, and went to the balcony to see how her vegetables were doing. She had thought that if she did not care for them for a day, the vegetables would probably not survive.


    Unexpectedly, they looked much better than they had in the morning. They were no longer listless and looked as though they had regained their vitality.


    were filled with surprise. She carefully touched them. "You''re so strong


    They could still survive after being submerged. They were not as delicate as Byron said. These vegetables should be out of the "crisis" in a few days.


    Maeve''s mood improved a lot when she walked away from the balcony. She carried the groceries to the kitchen. She thought about it and called Byron to ask if he wasing back for dinner.


    When the call was connected, a wave of noise entered Maeve''s cars. Then, Byron''s deep and rear once came. Im noting home tonight. I am still busy"


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    "Are you working overtime? Marve listened to themotion in his side. He seemed to be in a crowded ce the even heard the sound of champagne being opened. es, Byron said casually. Tim at a c***il party


    You worked so hand Marke wrinkled her nose. Then you''re unlucky tonight. I n to make seafood


    Hearing this. Byron nodded at the person who came to talk to him. Then, he walked to the quiet balcony. He rested his elbows on the handrail and chuckled. "Oh! Are you having a feat on purpose while I''m away?


    Marve immediately denied i it. "Of course not. There''s a lot of delicious food at your party too. There are plenty of good desserts. My stew can''t be considered a feast, right?"


    "Yes, they''re so much food that I''m sick of it. Byron looked at the bustling lights downstairs calmly. "By the way, your vegetables...


    "I was just about to tell you," Maeve said excitedly. "My vegetables have miraculouslye alive. They''re not as delicate you say. Aren''t they strong?"


    Byron sneered. He thought, ''Strong? The three gardeners worked for an entire day before they managed to save her delicate vegetables. They''re as difficult to deal with as their owner!


    "It''s


    s good that they''re alive. Byron looked sideways at the party. "I gotta go."


    Maeve nodded. "Be careful. Don''t let others put you in a spot." "Sure."


    After hanging up, Maeve smiled and carried the bowl of seafood stew to the dining table.


    It waste at night, and all was silent. The door of the apartment opened, and a slender and aloof figure walked in. He casually turned on the light. As Byron walked, he massaged his forehead to ease the difort brought about by the alcohol. He drank a little too much at the c***l party but wasn''t wasted. However, it felt the most ufortable, and his headache was even more obvious.


    Just as he walked to the sofa and was about to sit down, he stopperl in his tracks. Maeve was lying there wrapped in a nket


    Byron put down his car keys a


    shoulder. "Maeve, wake up."


    and paper bag and reached out to push her


    "Huh?" Maeve turned in a daze and opened her eyes. Byron''s well-defined handsome face and the light above his head were reflected in her eyes. She shook her head and sat up with her hand propped on the sofa. "Mr. Mcdaniel, you''re back?" "Why are you sleeping here?" Byron''s drunken voice was overly h***se and indescribably s***


    "I was waiting for you." Maeve yawned and rubbed her eyes. "I thought your boss might make you drink. You''ll feel terrible when youe back after drinking too much. I made you some soup. It''s still warm. Drink some so you will feel better Byron was slightly stunned. He stared at her disheveled hair and half-asleep appearance. She didn''t look very pretty now. She looked like an angry kitten that had just been awoken. However, her sleepy eyes were unbelievably gentle. "What if I don''t drink it?" Byron''s eyes darkened. He asked in a low voice, "Wouldn''t your efforts be wasted?"


    08:23


    "It''s even better if you don''t drink it," Maeve said nonchntly, made it just in case. Perhaps you don''t even need it."


    She was just a little worried that he would fall asleep after drinking and wake up with a headache the next day. That was why she was waiting for him here.


    Byron''s gaze locked onto her soft face and he suddenly chuckled. No matter why she did it, her actions pleased him.


    Maeve was about to ask Byron what he wasughing about when she was suddenly lifted. She let out a yelp, her eyes: widening. He carried her with the nket as he strode toward the guest bedroom. Then, he ced her on the soft round bed. "Mr. Mcdaniel?" Maeve asked, wrapped in the nket. Before she could look up, warm lips that carried the faint fragrance of wine brushed the top of her head. It was so fast that she thought she had imagined it.