The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 186

Maeve's shoulders trembled slightly, and it took her a moment to gather her thoughts. "I was afraid you'd be angry...

Byron let out a low, cold laugh. "You think hiding it would keep me from being mad?"

Maeve lowered her eyes, her mouth tasting bitter. 'It was an accident. I'm panicking inside, so scared I don't know what to do."

Ever since she found out she was pregnant, there hadn't been a single moment of calm.

Fear, confusion, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness hit her all at once, as if she had tasted a hundred different emotions in a single day.

She had originally planned to hide it from him for a while longer, but she hadn't expected him to find out so quickly.

Looking at her panicked expression, Byron's anger began to subside, though his voice remained cold and harsh. "So you stressed yourself out to the point of getting gastritis? Impressive. Maeve nodded numbly, listening, but something suddenly struck her as off. 'Gastritis?"

Byron unfolded the report in his hand and gave a derisive snort. "Did you think I wouldn't find out if you kept it hidden? Try drinking alcohol around me again, and we'll see."

He'd suspected something that night when she was so violently ill. He just hadn't thought it was this.

Maeve, still bewildered, blinked at him until her eyes landed on the words on the report.

Then it hit her. She had gone to the gastroenterologist before her gynecological exam!

The pregnancy had shocked her so much that she'd forgotten about the earlier diagnosis entirely.

Realizing this, she flushed with embarrassment, thinking Byron had caught her about the pregnancy when it was really just the gastritis.

Maeve exhaled deeply, her heart, which had been racing, slowly settling back in her chest.

"It's just gastritis. It can be treated. Don't be so angry," she said.

At that, Byron's eyes darkened further. "Just gastritis?"

Maeve shrank back slightly. "Don't you have stomach problems yourself? Yours still hasn't healed...

"Say that again?" Byron reached out, his hand gripping the back of her neck lightly. The cool touch sent shivers down her spine, making her instinctively want to step back, Terrified, Maeve raised her hands in surrender. "I swear I won't drink again! If I do, I'll be a puppy!"

grew colder

true that he also had stomach

stand

if he had thought of something unpleasant in the past, but his eyes were

stomach bug. She dwelled on it for a moment, then took a chance and

skills werent the same

slowest of rabbits can learn from being petted and kissed by a lion

Maeve was smart enough to pick up a

his bottom lip,

she pried open his teeth, letting the tip of her

eyes darkened, and the long arms

first time Maeve had taken the initiative

used to tease her, attempting to please him in

his

quickly lost the upper hand and was pressed deeper into the couch, his kisses growing fierce and intense, barely giving

easily stirring a storm of sensations in Maeve, who

heavier, leaving red

and hoarse, "do you even

so soft, he worried he might pinch her

her watery eyes glaring at him. "Of course I

was bound to get

to her senses and hurriedly grabbed his hand. "Wait!

then let go of

waste if I didn't collect

sight, the other senses became

who hadn't moved much, was drenched in sweat, as if she'd just run a

her back to the master bedroom and laid her

little uneasy.

voice low and cold. "You realize

get sick either. I promise I

the manor

"What?" Maeve was surprised.

expert. It'll be easier for you to recover if you