The Heir's Secret Bride

Jason spoke firmly, clarifying that there was no room for negotiation.

After careful consideration, Alexis said, "I don't think someone like Maeve would give up so easily. She might shamelessly continue bothering Byron. I'll talk to her tomorrow and give her warning

"Alright, I'll leave her to you to handle, Jason replied.

The next day, at Dreamscape Studio, Maeve received a call from Alexis. In a condescending tone, Alexis ordered her to meet at the corner cafe and told her to hurry up and not waste time. Maeve didn't respond and hung up the phone.

In the past, because of Byron, Maeve had considered Alexis's opinions-not out of fear, but simply because she was Byron's mother. But now she couldn't care less.

Maeve had scheduled a meeting with Gwynn and her fiancé today to review the progress of her wedding dress. With that on her agenda, she had no time to think about anything else. They were initially supposed to meet at 10 am, but to her surprise, the couple didn't show up until nearly 12:30 p.m.

Gwynn looked upset, walking briskly ahead with her bag over her shoulder. Behind her was a well-dressed man who spoke gently in a suit with a refined appearance. However, his eyes showed apparent impatience.

"You know I've been swamped lately. Everything I'm doing is so you can keep living without any worries and so you your head high in front of your parents and relatives. Stop being unreasonable. I'm here with you now, aren't the man said. Gwynn stopped in her tracks, her eyes reddening as she asked him. "So, you're saying this is all my fault? My family is handling the venue, the catering, and everything else. I even picked out the wedding rings on my own. All I asked was for with that? you to come with me to check the dress-what's wrong w

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"ver said you were wrong. Can you stop overthinking and blaming me for everything?" the man frowned. "Why have you been fighting me over small matters lately?"

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nearly gasped for breath. She thought, 'Choosing a wedding dress is a small matter?"

"Hurry up and take a look. I still have to get back to the office and work. I'm not like you, a wealthy girl who can rely on others for everything," the man joked. "If your family background were a bit lower, I wouldn't have to work so hard and would have more time to spend with you."

Gwynn had heard these comments so often that she didn't find anything wrong with them; she even started to question whether she was being too demanding. Meanwhile, Maeve shook her head as she watched from the side, thinking, I guess she has poor judgment.' "Please follow me," Maeve said, gesturing for them to come along as she led them to the workspace.

The wedding dress was still a work, but the general outline had taken shape. The embossed-embroidery on the hem was vivid and captivating, drawing everyone's attention. Gwynn loved it and wished she could wear it right away. "How much is this wedding dress?" he asked.

Maeve provided a rough estimate of the price.

The man in the suit immediately frowned. "It's that expensive!"

"Sir, our wedding dresses are all handcrafted, and the embellishments are genuine. They'll hold their value even in ten years." Maeve smiled.

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Gwynn tugged at the dress's hem and asked, "Are these edges embroidered with gold thread?"

"That's right, Maeve replied.

"You outdid yourselves." Gwyn exclaimed, her face full of admition. "It's so beautiful that I wish we could have the wedding tomorrow and I could wear this dress!" It was everything a girl could dream of in a wedding gown. 98%Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

The man in the suit sneered. "What's the point of beauty if you inly wear it once? Spending tens of thousands of dollars on something you can't wear daily seems like a waste."

At his words. Maeve couldn't help but twitch her lips.

Gwynn expressed her frustration, saying, "It's precisely because it only happens once in a lifetime that we must choose carefully. This wedding dress is even more beautiful than my aunt's tens-of-millions-level one."

"Your aunt married an oil magnate, so it's not the same," he patiently advised her. "Gwynnie, as long as we're happy, it doesn't matter whether we have these material things, right?"

"Our happiness has nothing to do with whether you buy me this wedding dress or not," she replied.

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problem is that spending tens of thousands of dollars on a wedding dress is not worth it. You only wear it for one day- do you need to be so extravagant?" he retorted. Maeve thought, 'Here we go again; they're about to start arguing

Sure enough, in the next moment, Gwynn snapped, Jaxen Horne, what do you mean by that? How is buying a wedding dress considered extravagant? If you don't want to buy it for me say so! It's not like I don't have the money-I can buy it for myself?" "Stop getting angry at every little thing: I'm just trying to talk to you," Jaxen said, impatience creeping back into his eyes. "We could spend that money on our everyday life after the wedding, on something more practical-wouldn't that be better?"

He honestly didn't understand these wealthy girls. He pondered, "How can they think a tens-of-thousands-dollar wedding dress is reasonable? Why not just rob it?"

Gwynn was almost laughing from frustration. "When I spent over 2 million dollars on a wedding ring, you said nothing about saving money. Now that it's your turn to pay, you want me to cut back?"

"Gwynnie, don't be so unreasonable." Jaxen sighed, looking exasperated by her stubbornness. I've already put all my savings into giving you a grand wedding because I don't want you to have any regrets.

"You know my family is nowhere near as well-off as yours, and we still have debts to pay. What I can offer you is already everything I have, yet you say things like this to hurt me. I just

Gwynn hesitated as she looked at Jaxen's hurt expression. Her heart ached, and she felt torn, unsure what to do.

Maeve could no longer hold back and said, "If a wedding will drn your savings, how will you live afterward? Are you planning to rely solely on Miss Olson's support?"

She thought, 'In that case, he is getting a great deal in this marriage. He won't have to spend a dime and will get her like a walking ATM.

Gwynn's shoulders trembled as she sank deeper into confusion, she and Jaxen had met in college, where he was the top student and the campus heartthrob. At that time, she had struggled with her self-esteem due to weight gain from poor eating habits and didn't feel attractive at all.

At first, Jaxen pursued her, and she still remembered the exhilaration she felt during that tinte. Gwynn loved him deeply and was willing to endure for him, but she wondered if she could endure this for a lifetime.

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"Why are you trying to stir up trouble in other people's relationships?" Jaxen glared at Maeve with dismay, then softened his tone as he turned to Gwynn. "Gwynnie, don't listen to her nonsense. There's no way I would be so weak as to rely on you for support."

Gwynn forced herself to perk up, not wanting to publicly argue with Jaxen over these trivial matters.

At that moment, someone knocked loudly on the workspace's door. "Jaxen Horne! Are you in there? You come out here right now! I need to ask you what this is all about. I'm pregnant with your child, and you're going to marry someone else!" The sound of a furious woman shouting echoed through the room.