the second floor, in the small parlor,


    Gilbert personally poured Maeve a cup of coffee and asked her gently, "Did I scare you just now?


    Maeve shook her head. She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Well, yes, a little. My parents love their son so much that they came to ask for help," she said solemnly. "They were being rude to you, and I want to apologize on their behalf," she said solemnly. Gilbert''s hand paused in mid-air as he looked at Maeve, his expression shifting from warmth to something moreplex.


    for her. The love in his eyes gave way to a deep sense of sympathy. In the end, he felt sorry


    He thought that Maeve would resent her parents and even be ashamed to let others know that such people were her parents.


    However, from her words, he knew that although she was aggrieved, she was clear-minded and kind.


    That was why she apologized at this time instead ofining and crying.


    Gilbert was d that he did not choose the wrong granddaughter-inw, but he also pitied Maeve for learning to endure even though she was still young.


    Just as peope always said, the more sensible a child was, the easier it was for her to be let down.


    "Maeve, you don''t have to apologize, Gilbert said softly, patting the back of her hand gently. "I should be the one apologizing. I didn''t consider your feelings and made the decision to test your parents without thinking about how it would affect you. I made you suffer." Maeve''s eyshes fluttered and she wanted to cry. "Gilbert, I know you''re doing this for my own good."


    She knew her parents.


    ily to ask for benefits.


    They came today not only for Horace, but also to use her marriage with the Mcdaniel family to


    But in the end, no matter what benefits they received, she was the only one who was med and dissatisfied by the Mcdaniel family.


    By doing so, Gilbert had drawn a clear line between her and them.


    Everyone knew that her parents could abandon their daughter for their son.


    In that case, no matter what wrongs theymitted in the future, they would not me her.


    Gilbert had used a well-intentioned trick.


    Gilbertforted Maeve. "You''re an outstanding child. You''ll have a better life in the future after getting rid of that shadow."


    Maeve tried her best not to cry. She did not feel the warmth of family from her parents, but she got it from Gilbert.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.


    Perhaps it was a form ofpensation.


    When Maeve emerged from the small parlor, she spotted Byron leaning against the fretwork fence with his arms crossed. his posture suggesting he was waiting for someone. His gaze was distant as if lost in thought. Byron''s eyebrows moved slightly. He walked towards her and fixed his gaze on her red eyes.


    "Did you cry?"


    "No." Marve sniffed. How could I be so useless?"


    Вугон


    did not believe her. He raised his hand and gently pressed it against the corner of her slightly warm eye, rubbing it a few times.


    Maeve felt a little itchy when his fingers rubbed against her eyes, but she was greedy for the warmth of his palm and endured the itchiness,


    "1


    ''I can grant you a wish," he said suddenly.


    Maeve''s eyes were filled with confusion. "Wish?"


    Yes. Byron''s voice was low. "Whether it''s making them disappear from Kleymond or letting your troublesome brother stay in reformatory forever, I can do it for you."


    It wasn''t that he couldn''t solve these things for her in private.


    However, those people were her family after all. Even if they made trouble for her all the time, it was up to her to decide how to deal with them.


    Maeve''s eyes shed. She felt as if someone gently caressed her beart. It felt so good.


    The words "I can do it for you" made her gloomy mood instantly clear up.


    Byron was defending her.


    Did this prove that he had her in his heart?


    A smile appeared in Maeve''s clear eyes. "But in fact, I don''t want to spend such a precious wish on unimportant people."


    She suddenly remembered that on the rainy night when they first met, after she saved him, he had also said that he would grant her a wish. However, at that time, she only felt anger and grievance after being molested. She did not care about that at all.


    Byron stared at her with a sly smile and chuckled. "Then what do you want?"


    ""Well..." Maeve began to think.


    Before she could figure out a better answer, the butler came over with a tray.


    "Sir, you instructed the chef to make some honey lemon tea. It has been done it for almost an hour, it almost cools down. Byron nodded slightly. "Send it to my room."


    "Sure."


    Maeve blinked and asked in confusion, "Why did you ask the chef to make that?"


    Byron brought her upstairs to the bedroom and answered her, "Don''t you have a stomachache?"


    Maeve was at a loss for a moment before she suddenly remembered the little lie she had told.


    She did not expect Byron to take it to heart.


    Also, the butler had just said that it almost cooled down.


    Was it because she hated boiling hotness that he specially instructed the chef to cool it down for a while?


    For some reason. Maeve did not cry when her parents chose to let her get a divorce in exchange for Horace, nor did she cry when Gilbert cared about her so much. But now, she couldn''t take it anymore.


    Byron did not hear her answer for a long time. Thinking that she did not follow, he was about to turn around when he suddenly felt a touch of warmth on his back. Maeve buried her face in his broad back and hugged his strong waist tightly.


    "Byron, why are you so nice?


    Her voice was muffled, so soft that one could not hear her clearly


    With the difference in their height and physique, Byron had always been the one hugging Maeve from behind.


    Now that Maeve was hugging him from behind, it felt refreshing


    Byron let her hug him like this. When he heard her words, his eyes shed with sorry for her.


    The Reese family people treated her so badly that just a cup of honey lemon tea could move her to this extent.


    Byron frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "People who are too easily satisfied are easily let down. Maeve, you can be greedy. There''s no need to live so carefully."


    Maeve hugged him even tighter, seekingfort in his presence: As she buried her face against his shoulder, she quietly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes on his shirt, careful not to let him notice. "Then it''s over for you. I''m getting a little greedy," she snickered.


    "Yes! Tell me about it."


    "I want to eat fish soup


    soup noodles that you


    make.


    Thest time she had a fever, he had made the food himself for her. It tasted very good.


    It turned out that the level of culinary skills had nothing to do with whether he could distinguish spring onions from leeks.


    Byron was silent for a few seconds. "Is this your wish?"


    yeah.


    Byron was speechless.


    Byron wondered if she did not know the vaule of his promise.


    Otherwise, why would she exchange a wish for a bowl of noodles?


    Then, he chuckled softly. His eyebrows rxed, and his handsome face seemed to glow with an effortless charm.


    Only Maeve could make him do that. Only her.


    Downstairs in the kitchen, the cook and the butler had been shoped out. They stood in the doorway withfused faces, peering in.


    Alexis was in a bad mood after arguing with her husband. When she saw the cook and the butler gathered here, she frowned and asked, "What happened?"


    "Madam, your son is cooking inside. He won''t let us help. I think he''s nning to make fish soup noodles.


    Alexis thought, ''Sciously? Did I hear it wrong? Weren''t they kidding?"


    Alexis walked into the kitchen, full of doubts. She saw her eldest son, who was capable and decisive when he was at work in thepany, was wearing a snow-white apron and handling a fresh fish at this moment. His expression was so solemn that he seemed to be considering whether to sign a contract involving over 20 million dors...