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.

one dared to make him wait wait that

No

that t long.

appear in front of me? he

slipped from her lips as she heard his voice.

go to the hospital.

too uncomfortable to

as if she were on the

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slightly and walked over, lifting

met skin that was scorching to the touch. It

was flushed crimson, and the skin on her neck had

you burning up like this? Byron frowned as he felt Maeve's forehead. "Do you have a fever? Are

unwell?"

her cheek against the cool relief of his palm. "It feels... so

Byron

questions. He lifted her up

moment Byron held her, though,

there was a magnet in her body. Macve subconsciously pressed herself against Byron and wrapped

dress, originally covering her knees, had bunched up to her thighs, revealing

touch, sensing her uncharacteristic boldness and teasing, and finally realized that

wrong.

what did you eat before you came here?"

fading, and a hint of grievance in her voice. "I feel terrible, Byron," she said. Byron was well aware of Maeve's discomfort. He was

pulled Maeve off him and placed her on the sofa, then turned to grab the phone from

it, Maeve, like a clingy octopus, wrapped herself

"Byron...

Maeve,

the car around and take you to the hospital" felt like she was about to explode from the heat, and her eyelashes glistened with tears as she pouted, "I don't want to go to the hospital. I want you." Byron hesitated for a moment, and Maeve seized the opportunity, burying her face

Maeve

stuck tongue and him a

his neck, her voice sweet and sticky like honey. "Kiss me Please

he had wrapped around Maeve's waist suddenly gripped her harder. The last remnants of his rationality were

Byron-still tried his best to

tear-filled eyes. He said

He placed Chapter 170

was clearly

in her,right mind to

gentleman, but he certainly had

he intended to stand up but

down to see a hand gripping the tie

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