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.

one dared to make him wait wait

No

that t long.

in front of me? he thought

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

the hospital. Don't come here and get

whimpered, too

was happening to her, but she felt like she was burning alive as if she were on the brink of collapse. Her

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was off, Byron frowned slightly and walked

to the touch. It was damp and

was flushed crimson, and the skin on her

as he felt Maeve's forehead. "Do you have a fever?

unwell?"

rubbed her cheek against the cool relief of his

Byron

questions. He lifted

held her, though, Maeve's discomfort

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

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

at her touch, sensing her uncharacteristic boldness and teasing, and

wrong.

eat before you came here?" Byron asked

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

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

before he could reach it, Maeve, like

"Byron...

Maeve,

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 seized the opportunity, burying her face in the crook of

Maeve

tongue and him a quick

sweet and sticky like honey. "Kiss me Please

entire body tensed up, his lower abdomen tightening. The arm he had wrapped around Maeve's waist suddenly gripped her harder. The

Byron-still tried his best to suppress

back on the sofa and looked at her tear-filled eyes. He said firmly,

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was clearly

in her,right

a gentleman, but he certainly had no interest in taking advantage

intended to stand up but suddenly felt a tight grip

a hand