The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 169

Chapter 170

Marve's eyes gradually widened, filled with disbelief,

Her mind was in chaos, tangled up in a web of confusion.

Could it be that I had misunderstood last night? Had Byron not led to me after all?' she thought.

Not wanting to let her thoughts spiral any further, Maeve left the Pearl Tower and took a cab to the Retro Apartment.

Maeve wondered if Byron was still inside.

As she reached the apartment, her heart was both nervous and hesitant as she unlocked the door.

Maeve

was not quite sure how to face Byron after standing him up.

Maeve wiped the sweat that had trickled down her cheek, suppressing the sudden rush of heat coursing through her, then slipped on her slippers and walked inside.

But after

But just a few steps, her legs suddenly gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.

Luckily, the carpet cushioned her fall, saving her knees from pain.

Maeve tried to get back up, but her hands, braced against the floor, were trembling uncontrollably. It felt as though a hundred ants were gnawing at her from the inside, a sensation too strange for words. me?" she

What's wrong with me?" she thought.

It was an uncomfortable sensation.

Byron's wet

The frosted glass hair glistened beneath the showerhead, with water sliding down to his chiseled brow, enhancing the cold piercing look in his narrow, blade-like eyes.

door of the bathroom was misted over, and the sound of running water gradually came to a stop.

He casually wrapped himself in a blac

f in a black robe, leaving the collar loose, revealing his chiseled chest.

Then, he stepped out of the bathroom.

Immediately, his eyes landed on Maeve, who was curled up on the carpet. Byron's eyes turned cold. "What are you doing here?"

In all these years, no one had dared to stand him up.

dared to make

No

that t long.

front of me? he

lips as she heard his

If you're unwell, go to the hospital. Don't come here and get in my way," he

whimpered, too uncomfortable to

was burning alive as if she were on the brink of collapse. Her Her body felt as though

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something was off, Byron frowned slightly and walked over, lifting

skin that was scorching to the touch. It was damp and

flushed crimson, and the skin on her neck had

he felt Maeve's forehead.

unwell?"

cool relief

Byron

barely coherent and stopped asking questions. He lifted her up and carried

Byron held her, though, Maeve's

magnet in her body. Macve subconsciously pressed herself against

covering her knees, had bunched up to her thighs, revealing a striking expanse of

stiffened at her touch, sensing her uncharacteristic boldness and

wrong.

before you came here?"

now!" Maeve said, feeling uncomfortable, sweat beading on her nose, her awareness fading, and a hint of grievance in her voice. "I feel terrible, Byron," she said. Byron was well aware of Maeve's discomfort.

deep breath, he pulled Maeve off him and placed her on the sofa, then turned

could reach it, Maeve, like a

"Byron...

Maeve,

she was about to explode from the heat, and her eyelashes glistened with

Maeve

stuck tongue and

sweet and sticky

tightening. The arm he had wrapped around Maeve's waist suddenly gripped her harder. The last remnants

Byron-still tried his best to

He said firmly, "You stay put.

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was clearly acting like

her,right mind

but he certainly had no interest in taking advantage of

he intended to stand up but

see a hand gripping the tie of

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