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

he also

he couldn't stand watching her neglect

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

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

kissing skills werent the

the slowest of rabbits can learn from being petted and

enough to pick up

followed Byron's lead each time he kissed her, licking and kissing his bottom lip, sucking on it like a lollipop until

open his teeth, letting the tip of her tongue

long arms around

was the first time Maeve had taken the initiative to

she were trying desperately to hide her blush. She mimicked the moves he usually used to tease her, attempting to please

look in his

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

stirring a storm of sensations in Maeve, who trembled beneath him, sensitive to

grip became heavier, leaving red

hoarse, "do you even

was so soft, he worried he might

even deeper, her watery eyes glaring at him. "Of course I do! You don't need

going, it was

his hand. "Wait! My period hasn't ended

go of me?"

to tease me even though you're still on your cycle. Wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't collect some interest?" Maeve

sight, the other

Maeve, who hadn't moved much, was drenched in

master bedroom and laid her

felt a little

low and

didn't want to get sick either. I promise I won't touch

the manor with

"What?" Maeve was surprised.

if you stay there." Byron's tone