The Heir's Secret Bride

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.

make him

No

that t long.

front of

as she heard his voice. "I don't feel

to the hospital. Don't come here and get

too uncomfortable

idea what was happening to her, but she felt like she was burning alive as if she were on the brink of collapse. Her Her body felt as though a fire was

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and walked over, lifting Maeve up

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

and the skin on her neck had

Byron frowned as he felt Maeve's forehead. "Do you have

unwell?"

the cool relief

Byron

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

held her,

Macve subconsciously pressed herself against Byron

had bunched up to her thighs,

her touch, sensing her uncharacteristic boldness

wrong.

you eat before you came here?" Byron asked

beading on her nose, her awareness fading, and a hint of grievance in her voice.

placed her on the sofa,

before he could reach it, Maeve, like a clingy octopus,

"Byron...

Maeve,

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 in the crook of his neck and rubbing against

Maeve

stuck tongue and him

Maeve pressed her lips against his neck, her voice sweet and sticky

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

the last moment, Byron-still tried his best to suppress his

sofa and looked at her tear-filled eyes. He

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clearly

her,right mind to

not consider himself a gentleman, but he certainly had no

to stand up but suddenly felt a tight grip around his

a hand gripping the tie of his