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

couldn't stand watching

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

bug. She dwelled on it

skills werent the same

slowest of rabbits can learn from being petted and kissed

enough to

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

teeth, letting the

eyes darkened, and the long arms around her waist

the first time Maeve had taken the

She mimicked the moves he usually used to tease her, attempting to please him in return, though

in his

deeper into the couch, his

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

heavier, leaving

his voice was low and hoarse, "do you even have

worried he might pinch her

eyes glaring at him. "Of course I do! You

this kept going, it was bound to get

his hand. "Wait! My

then let go of me?" Maeve

her. "You dared 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 stifled her frustration, pouting as she closed her eyes, resigned

one lost sight, the other senses became even sharper-sometimes

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

carried her back to the master bedroom and laid her down on the

a little uneasy. "Byron, are you still

his eyelids, his voice low and cold. "You

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

the manor with me. Byron

"What?" Maeve was surprised.

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