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

true that he also had

he couldn't stand watching

of something unpleasant in

on it

kissing skills werent

the slowest of rabbits can learn from being

enough to pick

his bottom lip, sucking on it like a lollipop

open his teeth, letting

long arms

Maeve had taken the initiative

mimicked the moves he usually used to tease her, attempting

his

quickly lost the upper hand and was pressed deeper into the couch, his kisses growing fierce

kisses trailed over her face, easily stirring a storm of sensations in Maeve, who trembled beneath him, sensitive to every

leaving red marks on

hoarse, "do you even have any

he worried he might pinch

flushed even deeper, her watery eyes glaring at him. "Of course I do!

kept going, it was

hurriedly grabbed his hand. "Wait! My period hasn't

let go of

your cycle. Wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't collect some

other senses became even sharper-sometimes

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

back to the master bedroom and laid her down on

face, Maeve felt a little uneasy. "Byron, are you

voice low and cold. "You realize you made

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

to the manor with me. Byron suddenly

"What?" Maeve was surprised.

expert. It'll be easier for you to recover if you stay there."