The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 130

Byron naturally sensed Maeve's resistance. He tightened his arm around her waist, holding her securely in his embrace,

Maeve knew she couldn't match his strength, so she stopped struggling Exhausted, she closed her eyes and said, "Can you let go of me? I'm not used to being held while I sleep

"Liar," Byron whispered in her ear, his voice low and hoarse. "Last night, you slept soundly in my arms."

Marve's eyes snapped open, and she replied in disbelief, "Last night, you placed a heat pack on my back, and it got so hot I could barely stand it. The heat pack was particularly hard, making her uncomfortable even as she slept Why did he think it was a good idea to use a heat pack on someone with a fever? she wondered.

Byron fell silent, his deep-set eyes narrowing. "Did you see a heat pack on the bed this morning

She searched her memory but couldn't recall seeing one, feeling puzzled. Then what was that-

Before Maeve could finish her question, Byron leaned in, murmuring a few words in her ear. Within seconds, her ears flushed red. He laughed softly beside her, his voice so husky it sent shivers down her spine.

"Y-you... Maeve's voice trembled as she struggled to speak, her limbs flailing as she tried to free herself from his arms.

Her efforts were in vain. Despite using all her strength, she couldn't break free from his hold. Instead, her resistance only fueled Byron's growing desire, making him tighten his hold around her waist.

"Move again, and you'll have to deal with the consequences, Byron warned, his voice both intimidating and alluring. His words made Maeve freeze, shrinking into his embrace as she shivered from the mounting tension. "Are you for real?" Marve's voice quivered. Tim still sick, and you're acting like this..."

a chuckle, his fingers casually stroking her soft hand. "No matter how fragile you might be, you're

her lip in anger. "If

jealousy was palpable, and Byron's eyes softened with a faint

and she quickly retorted, "Why would I

teasingly, holding her slender waist and turning her

She pushed him away and snapped, "Who's

you referring to Karen At the time, he had thought she was just talking nonsense to escape the situation. Maeve looked

on that."

as he questioned, "Then what's going on between you and

you overthinking this?" Maeve countered, feeling both aggrieved and perplexed. "Isn't it more outrageous that you forced me to take care

with a serious tone. "I

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he only cared about Karen and showed no concern for me at all. How can I believe that he sees her as just a friend? Does he even hear what he's saying? Marve thought, feeling hurt. Maeve's eyes dimmed. "You don't need to explain to

his eyes. "Haven't I warned you not to mention that word again?" He thought in frustration, 'After all the explanations I've given, she's still harboring unfounded jealousy! Is she seriously bringing up divorce again! Maeve replied calmly,

with a fierce kiss, leaving her unable to utter a single word. His chest seemed to burn with a fiery rage, and Maeve's mention of divorce only made the flames flare up, consuming the last

voice raspy with a dangerous edge. Maeve's lashes fluttered, but before she could respond, he pressed her down, forcing her to accept his

felt so keenly that if Byron was serious,