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.

dared to make him wait wait

No

that t long.

in front of me? he thought

lips as she

remained calm. If you're unwell, go to the hospital. Don't come here and get in my

whimpered, too uncomfortable

she were on the brink of collapse. Her Her body felt as though a fire was raging inside, making her desperate

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and walked

scorching to the touch. It

was flushed crimson, and the skin on her neck had turned a rosy pink,

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

unwell?"

cheek against the cool

Byron

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

moment Byron held her, though, Maeve's discomfort

body. Macve subconsciously pressed herself against Byron and wrapped her

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

boldness and teasing, and

wrong.

came here?" Byron asked in a low

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.

a deep breath, he pulled Maeve off him and placed her on

before he could reach it, Maeve, like a clingy

"Byron...

Maeve,

the driver to bring 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

tongue and him

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

tensed up, his lower abdomen tightening. The arm he had wrapped around Maeve's waist suddenly gripped her harder. The last remnants of his rationality were on

tried his best to suppress his

looked at her tear-filled eyes. He said firmly, "You stay put. I'll take you to the

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clearly

her,right mind

himself a gentleman, but he certainly had no

but suddenly felt a tight

a hand gripping