The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 128

Byron stood beside the sofa, furrowing his brow as he reached out to touch Maeve's forehead. As expected, it was burning hot. Maeve, restless in her fevered slumber, sensed the coolness on her forehead and couldn't help but nuzzle into it, yearning for more. "Maeve, wake up," Byron said in a serious tone, caressing her damp hair. "You have a fever. We need to go to the hospital."

Maeve clung to his hand, groaning in discomfort. "I just got out of the hospital. I won't go back... she mumbled through her haze, her words barely audible.

"Do you think lying here with the window open is wise when you've just been discharged?" Byron's face darkened. "Are you tired of living?"

'She didn't even bother to cover herself with a blanket. Is she a child? Byron thought with a sigh.

Maeve's shoulders twitched, her eyes still tightly shut. Byron pursed his lips slightly, lifting her into his arms. Itwasn't until he reached the guest room that he remembered the furniture had been removed. Since she had decided to leave, he had tossed out all the furniture she had used, so the guest room was now empty,

He carried her to the master bedroom, placed her on the bed, and pulled the blanket over her. He then took out his phone and called Ray. "It's me. What medication is effective for reducing a fever?" Byron asked as he stepped outside. "It's not for me, it's for Maeve." "Maeve has a fever? I heard you're about to get a divorce. Why are you taking care of her while she's sick?" Ray asked his tone having a touch of irony.

Byron's temples throbbed with irritation. "Who told you that?"

Ray glanced at Bonnie, who was munching an apple on the hospital bed. "It's better if you don't know."

Byron grabbed the medicine cabinet from the living room and said flatly. "Stop wasting time. Just tell me what medicine to give her. She refuses to go to the hospital."

Ray was astonished, thinking, "Who would've thought? Byron is actually taking care of someone. He never worries about his own health, yet he's so concerned for Macve "Byron, is there any chance you could consult another doctor? I'm a surgeon; I don't deal with fevers and colds," Ray spoke delicately.

"Then find out and give me an answer in five minutes," Byron replied tersely and hung up.

Ray was so exasperated he could hardly breathe. He grumbled as he consulted other doctors and then sent Byron a lengthy list of instructions. And he didn't even receive a reply.

"I just heard you say that Maeve has a fever?" Bonnie, seeing Ray return, immediately asked with concern-What happened? Who is taking care of her?"

scowl softened into a calm expression. "Yes, she has a fever Byron is taking care of her and just asked me

such

you sneaking in some self-praise with that compliment? You really

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am I being shameless Ray protested playfully. It was just an accident that I touched your butt. Is it really necessary

seemed to act as a special trigger, making Bonnie's face flush red. She grabbed a pillow and threw it

glanced at the image on the pillow with a puzzled

fever medication and managed to sleep more soundly. However, she kept kicking off the blanket due to the

her and the blanket into his arms. Maeve's restless legs were pinned beneath him, and only

furrowed, and her lips, more red

this situation, he would no longer be human. But he had

the

composed. If her fever persisted, he would be the one most troubled. He pressed her closer, resting his chin on her head, and breathed out softly, his voice husky and sensual. "Sooner or later, you'll be the

left her with a splitting headache. She woke up with a blocked nose and sore throat, her whole

forehead and smiling wryly at her fragile constitution. She groggily got out of

Byron came in with a bowl of oatmeal and medicine. Seeing her standing barefoot, his expression instantly hardened. Maeve was taken aback. Before she could react, Byron placed the items on the table, walked over,

you stupid? If you don't want to live, I'll throw you out right now." Byron's tone was harsh, and his hold on

state, and her eyes soon brimmed with tears. "I didn't do it on purpose... she said with a wounded tone.

remorse. He released her and sat up straight.

the oatmeal slowly, letting it cool before

of oatmeal, she felt warm in her stomach and a bit more