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!"

expression grew colder and more

he also

couldn't stand watching her

in the past, but his eyes

dwelled on it for a moment, then took a chance and kissed him on his

werent the

from being

enough to pick up a

kissed her, licking and kissing his bottom lip, sucking on it like a lollipop until his breaths gradually fell out

pried open his teeth, letting the tip of her tongue

the long arms around her

first time Maeve had taken the

blush. She mimicked the moves he usually used to tease her, attempting to please him in return, though her effort was adorably

his eyes

and was pressed deeper into the couch, his kisses growing fierce and intense, barely giving her room to

kisses trailed over her face, easily stirring a storm of

grip became heavier, leaving

voice was low and hoarse, "do you

worried he

him.

this kept going, it was bound to get out

the pregnancy test, Maeve snapped back to her senses and hurriedly grabbed his hand. "Wait! My period hasn't

then let go of

"You dared to tease me even though you're still on your cycle. Wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't

other senses became even

the end. Maeve, who hadn't moved much, was drenched in sweat, as if

the master bedroom and laid her down

expressionless face, Maeve felt a little uneasy. "Byron, are you still angry?" Chapter

low and cold. "You realize you made

sick either. I

manor with me.

"What?" Maeve was surprised.

recover if you stay there." Byron's tone was calm but left no