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 and more

that he also had

stand watching her

had thought of something unpleasant in the past, but his eyes were filled with

mad at her for hiding the stomach bug. She dwelled on it for a moment, then took a chance and

kissing skills werent the

learn from being petted

Maeve was smart enough to pick up

he kissed her, licking and kissing his bottom lip, sucking on it

teeth, letting the tip of

eyes darkened, and the long arms

Maeve had taken the initiative to

desperately to hide her blush. She mimicked the moves he usually used to tease her, attempting to please him in return, though her effort was adorably clumsy Byron's heart suddenly

in his

and was pressed deeper into the couch, his kisses

easily stirring a storm of sensations in Maeve, who trembled

became heavier, leaving

voice was low and hoarse, "do you

he worried he might pinch

him. "Of course I do! You don't need to check so

going, it was bound to get out

test, Maeve snapped back to her senses and hurriedly grabbed his hand. "Wait! My period hasn't ended yet!" Byron's

go

be a waste if I didn't collect some interest?" Maeve stifled her frustration, pouting as she closed her eyes, resigned to whatever

the other senses became even sharper-sometimes unbearably

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

bedroom and laid her down

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

and cold. "You realize you made me

smiled awkwardly. I didn't want to get sick either. I promise I

back to the manor with me. Byron

"What?" Maeve was surprised.

Foster is an expert. It'll be easier for you to recover if you stay there." Byron's tone was calm but