Chapter 442

Fortunately, Byron’s phone rang just then. He clicked his tongue, turned around with a frown, leaned against the table’s edge, and answered. “What’s wrong?”

The other end spoke, and Byron instantly felt a chill. He suppressed his anger. “It happened last night, and you didn’t report it until now? You’re idiots. Do I need to teach you how to handle this? Pack up the relevant information and send it to my email. We’ll have a video conference in half an hour.”

Maeve silently moved away. Compared to others, Byron was merciful to her, or perhaps his vicious tongue had long since scolded her to tears.

Byron hung up. His cold gaze softened slightly as he looked at Maeve. “I’m going upstairs for a meeting. It won’t end soon. I’ll get them to heat you a glass of milk later. Drink it and go to bed early. I’ll be back soon.” The coldness in his eyes hadn’t completely faded, but his words differed greatly from his reprimand of his subordinates.

Maeve’s heart throbbed.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Byron frowned at her flushed cheeks. “Are you seducing me?”

Maeve realized she was staring. She quickly looked away and nodded. “I know. Just go.” Byron seemed to sense something and smiled. He turned and went upstairs with his phone.

Theo pursed his lips. “He’s always bossing us around. Even if he doesn’t say it, we know how to take care of Mommy.” He was supposed to be the backbone of this family, but this man acted like he was in charge.

“Are you still not planning to reconcile with Dad?” Will looked at his brother’s angry expression and smiled lightly. “He already promised to play guns with you when he has time.” Byron had finally agreed after much begging. Although Theo hadn’t asked, Byron had clearly noticed his desire and brought it up.

Watching the awkward interaction between his father and brother, Will was anxious but knew he couldn’t rush it. Otherwise, it might backfire.

“I’m not going to reconcile with him. He hated me first!” Theo was still brooding. The little flame in his eyes still burned, and a faint disappointment went unnoticed.

Even though he accepted living with “Stinky Daddy” and getting along peacefully for his mommy’s sake, it didn’t mean the scars on his heart had healed. Only by hating Byron could he accept that Byron hated him too.

As Will thought, Theo was conflicted.

Maeve felt Theo liked Byron too much, which is why he cared so much about Byron accidentally hurting him before. But she didn’t know why Byron was also making it awkward.

Silence enveloped the late night. Maeve lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She looked at the clock; it was already midnight, but Byron hadn’t returned. Maybe he encountered some difficult problems. She sat up, picked up her phone, searched for white noise, and replied to a message.

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Chapter 442

She had been in a bad place for a week. She had hated the job, so she’d gone to the manager and asked to be temporarily relieved of her duties. There was nothing for her to do there. Seeing the ignored work emails bothered Maeve. She was stunned.

Mrs. Moss: (Maeve, we can’t cover where you were, but we can help you become the kind of person you want to be. Believe that you can walk out of your current predicament, Maeve.)

Mrs. Moss: (Also recently, someone came to the school to ask about your past. I think it might be related to your father’s matter. I hope you can be careful.)

Maeve racked her brains before remembering Mrs. Moss was her high school teacher.

Then, who had gone to the school to find out about her? It was ridiculous that she had forgotten.

Thinking this, Maeve rubbed her temples, trying to recall her high school experience. Other than fragmented pieces, there were no memorable images.

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She didn’t take the matter lightly. She chose her words carefully and messaged Mrs. Moss, asking who had inquired about her.

She added a thank you.

Mrs. Moss replied instantly: [He said he’s your friend. Ordinary-looking, with a mole on his chin. Probably in his twenties.]

Maeve: [Thank you, Mrs. Moss. Sorry to disturb you so late at night.]

She stared at the messages, dazed. After pondering, she couldn’t figure out who the man with the mole was.

Suddenly, a warm body appeared behind her. He hugged her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and leaned over lazily. “Who are you talking to?”

Maeve showed him her phone. “My high school teacher. Someone came to the school to investigate my background. I’m just wondering what they want.”

Byron glanced at the screen. “I’ll get Archer to find out.”

“No need. My high school life was tedious and boring. They won’t find anything.” Maeve waved her hands.

“Greenhaven High School?” Byron raised an eyebrow. “You were also at that school?”

Maeve turned to look at him. “Also? Do you know anyone there?”

Byron’s Adam’s apple moved. “No one.”

“There is.” It then hit Maeve that he had a so-called first love. “Don’t tell me your first love was at Greenhaven High School.” However, she remembered the school uniform in the painting wasn’t from her school.

Byron suddenly tightened his grip on her waist. He turned, hugged her, and they fell onto the soft blanket. He lowered his head and kissed her passionately, blocking her questions. They’d had cold wars over this before; he didn’t want to quarrel in bed.

Sensing his intentions, Maeve lost her temper. She slapped his arm to make him let go.

“It’s late. Don’t forget class tomorrow. Do you still want the sleeping service?” Byron grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear.

Maeve felt a tempting sensation in her ear. She turned her face away. “I want it.”

Her slender neck aroused his desire.

Byron’s eyes darkened, and he smiled silently. “Be good.”

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