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 wait

No

that t long.

she appear in front of me?

she heard his

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

whimpered, too

she was burning alive as if she were on the

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Byron frowned slightly and walked over, lifting Maeve up from the

skin that was scorching to the touch. It

her neck had turned a rosy

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

unwell?"

against the cool relief of his palm. "It

Byron

barely coherent and stopped asking questions. He

her, though, Maeve's

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

bunched up to her thighs, revealing a striking

stiffened at her touch, sensing her uncharacteristic boldness and

wrong.

eat before you came here?" Byron asked

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 was not faring

Maeve off him and placed her on

it, Maeve, like a clingy octopus, wrapped herself

"Byron...

Maeve,

away, his palm resting on her burning cheek. "You've been poisoned. I 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 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

Maeve

stuck tongue and him a

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

tightening. The arm he had wrapped around Maeve's waist suddenly gripped her harder. The last remnants of his

moment, Byron-still tried his best

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

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was clearly acting like

her,right mind

not consider himself a gentleman, but he certainly had no interest in taking advantage of her

but suddenly felt a tight grip around

see a hand gripping the tie of his