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

No

that t long.

front of

she heard

the hospital. Don't come

too uncomfortable to

the brink of collapse. Her Her body felt as though a

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

to the touch. It was damp and

was flushed crimson, and the skin on her neck had

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

unwell?"

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

Byron

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

her, though, Maeve's discomfort

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

up

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

wrong.

did you eat before you came here?" Byron asked in a low

right 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. He

and placed her on the sofa, then turned to grab the phone from

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

"Byron...

Maeve,

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

Maeve

and him a

her voice sweet and sticky like honey. "Kiss me Please kiss me," she

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

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

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

He placed Chapter 170

clearly

in her,right

he certainly

up but suddenly felt a tight grip

see a hand gripping

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