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!"

colder and more

true that he

couldn't stand watching

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

stomach bug. She dwelled on it for a moment, then took a chance and kissed him on his cool lips.

kissing skills werent the same

slowest of rabbits can learn from being petted and

was smart enough to pick

bottom lip, sucking on it like a lollipop until his breaths gradually

pried open his teeth, letting the tip of her

eyes darkened, and the long arms

was the first time Maeve had

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

in his eyes lost

the couch, his kisses growing fierce and intense, barely giving her

storm of sensations in Maeve, who

heavier, leaving

was low and hoarse, "do you even

so soft, he worried he might pinch

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

kept going, it was bound to get out

her senses and hurriedly grabbed his hand. "Wait! My period

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 collect some interest?" Maeve stifled her frustration, pouting as

one lost sight, the other senses became

moved much, was drenched in sweat, as

her back to the master bedroom and laid her down on

little uneasy.

lifted his eyelids, his voice low and cold. "You realize you made

want to get sick either. I

manor with me. Byron suddenly

"What?" Maeve was surprised.

be easier for you to recover if you stay there." Byron's tone was calm but left no room for