"I''m short-sighted and can''t see clearly, Macve said, lowering her eyes and changing the subject. "Be careful not to break the roots. If you kill the seedlings. Gilbert will give you a piece of his mind," Byron was left speechless. He ignored her, but his movements clearly slowed down.


    This piece ofnd was neither big nor small. With the three of them working together, they had almost finished Transnting the seedlings in less than an hour


    The first few rows of seedlings were the masterpieces of Maeve. They were so neat that the arrangement of them seemed to have been measured by a ruler. The middle section was Byron''s work, and describing it as uneven would be ttering.


    The section nted by Gilbert was at the back and looked quite decent.


    When he saw Byron''s rows of seedlings, he nearly hit him with his walking stick. "Look at yours, and look at Maeve''s," he said. "You didn''t bother learning from her."


    Byron was about to exin when Maeve hurriedly said, "Gilbert, Mister... Byron is nting it for the first time and has no experience. It''s already quite good that he managed to nt them this way." She thought. At least they''ve been nted.


    Watching her look as she defended Byron, Gilbert said mischievously, "With his clumsy hands, you are the only one who finds his arrangement of seedlings good."


    Maeve blushed, awkwardly saying nothing.


    Byron squinted and smiled as he looked at her.


    After entering the vi, Maeve followed Byron to the washroom.


    Upon washing her face, Maeve said with envy in her voice, "I noticed earlier that other than the outermost part of the garden which is filled with flower beds, the middle part is used by Gilbert to grow vegetables. It''s such a big piece ofnd. It must look spectacr if the entirend is nted with vegetable seedlings."


    She thought, ''It has always been my dream to buy a house with yard where I can grow vegetables. It''ll be so fulfilling to harvest them."


    Wiping his face with a towel, Byron said, "With Grandpa''s energy, he won''t be able to nt the whole area by next year." "That''s true. Gilbert''s health isn''t good." Maeve wiped the water droplets off her face. "But we''re here to help, aren''t we?"


    Byron paused while wiping his face with the towel and looked at her with a half-smile. "Didn''t you want a divorce? What''s with ''we''?"


    With that said, he left the washroom.


    Maeve was left stunned in ce by his words.


    Aftering out of the washroom, Maeve walked to the living room. At Gilbert''s gesture, she sat down opposite him at chessboard. She looked around and asked, ''Gilbert, where''s Mister... ahem, I mean, Byron?"


    "He went upstairs to change clothes, Gilbert said as he ced a white piece on the chessboard. "Maeve/do you know how to


    y chess?"


    Maeve nodded. "Gilbert, I only know a little and not very skilled If you don''t mind, may I y a game with you?"


    "That''s great."


    Gilbert put down a ck piece and casually said, "Maeve, did the fake news about Byron''s ne crash scare you?"


    He had subsequently heard everything that happened in the war that day from the hospital director.


    Maeve was stunned. She pursed her lips and said, "Yeah. I was a little scared."


    "Don''t be fooled by the fact that he''s the leader of the corporation and can get whatever he wants. Gilbert held a chess piece and smiled. "In reality, he is hopeless even when ites to nting vegetables.


    "But he doesn''t need to know how to do that, Maeve said softly. It would be odd if someone in his position knew how to nt vegetables"


    "With Byron''s status, nting vegetables is probably a kind of mental torture for him, she thought.


    Gilbert shook his head. "Have you seen my garden?"


    "I''ve seen it."


    "Who said people must nt only flowers in a garden? If I''m happy, I can nt vegetables and trees in it. Who said that''s wrong."


    Hearing Gilbert''s words with deeper meaning, Maeve''s eyes were filled with confusion. "Gilbert, I don''t quite catch on." Gilbert continued, "Silly girl, perhaps vegetable seedlings are not suitable for nting in a garden, but sometimes liking is more important than suitability. Human life is brief. Isn''t the point to find joy?"


    Maeve finally understood and thought, "Gilbert is taking care of my feelings after I learn about Byron''s true identity. He''s trying to help me understand the situation so that I won''t be bothered. I wonder how he figured out that I was bothered.


    Maeve blinked her teary eyes. "Gilbert, shall we continue the game?"


    "Alright." Gilbert nodded with a smile.


    Over ten minutester, Byron came downstairs after changing his clothes. The moment he entered the living room, he saw the two of them engaged in a fierce chess match.


    Gilbert''s chess-gging skills were superb. Even his friends often had a hard time winning against him.


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    Unexpectedly, Maeve was able to hold her own and even draw with him without falling behind.


    A hint of surprise shed across Byron''s eyes. His gaze toward Maeve became deeper and deeper, revealingplex emotions that were hard to express in words.


    Chess always tested one''s temperament and patience.


    People''s true nature could be seen through their styles of ying chess.


    Maeve''s style of ying chess waspletely different from her gentle and pleasant appearance.


    Her style was quite decisive and aggressive, with each move driven by a fierce determination to destroy the opponent.


    Gilbert, on the other hand, was more shrewd and strategic. He understood that the chessboard was like a battlefield, and every move he made was a trap designed to lure his opponent in


    Naturally, Maeve''s ck pieces fell into a difficult situation.


    She frowned and thought hard. Suddenly, she saw a slender finger reach out and lightly tap on a certain part of the


    chessboard.


    "ce your piece here. His maic and pleasant voice reached her ears.


    Byron held the armrest of Maeve''s seat with one hand. When he leaned over, she happened to turn her head.


    Her red lips unconsciously brushed against his chin, evoking a feeling of subtle and electrifying excitement that was both pleasurable and overwhelming.


    Byron''s back tensed, and he tightened his grip on the armrest.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    Maeve''s eyes were wide open, and her lips were pursed tightly. She quickly turned her head back and pretended that nothing had happened to avoid awkwardness, However, the tips of her ears flushed uncontrobly, which Byron noticed. His Adam''s apple bobbed slightly.


    Little did she know that Gilbert, who was sitting across from her, saw everything clearly and smiled radiantly.


    The worry he had been holding onto was slightly eased.


    "Byron. I''m ying chess with Maeve. What''s with youing over to cheat?" Gilbert then picked up his coffee cup and asked leisurely. "Supporting your wife, huh?"


    Maeve could tell that he was teasing her. She blushed and said, "Gilbert, I''ve already lost...


    "Ignore him." Byron''s voice was hoarse. He took one of her ck chess pieces and moved it to another spot on the chessboard. Grandpa, it''s your turn."


    Gilbert snorted, put down his coffee cup, and continued the new round of fighting.


    The grandfather and grandson exchanged moves. Gilbert-knew how to set up a trap for his grandson, while Byron knew how to take things one step at a time. At the same time, he was also able to set a trap for his grandfather. Maeve was dumbfounded, thinking, ''Sure enough, Gilbert went easy on me just now, right? Otherwise, with the are going now, I would''ve lost long ago." "Move over a bit," Byron said,


    his eyes fixed on the chessboard, though the words were meant for Macve..


    Maeve was in a daze. She responded and scooted over to the side of her seat.


    It wasn''t until she felt the warmth beside her that she realized what was happening.


    way things!


    This was a single seat, so it was a little cramped with two people sitting. They could clearly feel each other''s warmth.


    Maeve flushed intensely, feeling like her face was hot enough to fry an egg on it.


    Fortunately, Gilbert soon put down his chess piece and said, "I''m not ying anymore. Rascal, how can you treat your own grandfather like this?"


    Byron looked at the losing position of the white pieces on the chessboard with amusement in his eyes. "Grandpa,} e making excuses to avoid losing again." Gilbert was so angry that he did not dinner was ready.


    pay


    him any


    attention. He went to the kitchen with his hands behind his back to see if


    Maeve secretly heaved a sigh of relief. However, when she saw Byron looking at her, she immediately got nervous. "Wh-


    what''s wrong?" she asked:


    I helped you defeat Grandpa. Byron said. "Where''s my reward He then tapped the chessboard and made a request in at


    leisurely manner. "It''s not too much to kiss me, right?"


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