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.

to make

No

that t long.

dare she appear in front of me?

from her lips as she heard his voice. "I

hospital. Don't come here and get in my way," he

whimpered, too uncomfortable to

was burning alive as if 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 over, lifting Maeve up

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

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

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

unwell?"

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

Byron

asking questions. He lifted her up and carried her

Byron held her, though, Maeve's

a magnet in her body. Macve subconsciously pressed herself

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

uncharacteristic boldness and

wrong.

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

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

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

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

"Byron...

Maeve,

will ask the driver to bring the car around and take you to the hospital" felt like she was about to explode from the heat, and

Maeve

and him

lips against his neck, her voice sweet

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 the verge

moment, Byron-still tried

He said firmly, "You stay put. I'll take

He placed Chapter 170

clearly

in her,right mind

did not consider himself a gentleman, but he certainly

intended to stand up but suddenly

down to see a hand gripping the tie

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