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

he

he couldn't stand

in the past, but his eyes

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

skills werent

can learn from being petted

to pick up a

he kissed her, licking and kissing his bottom lip, sucking on it like a lollipop until his

his teeth, letting the tip of

eyes darkened, and the long arms

was the first time Maeve had taken the initiative

roses, and her eyelashes fluttered, as if she were trying 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

couch, his

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

leaving red marks

his voice was low and hoarse, "do

so soft, he worried he might pinch her

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

going, it was bound

her senses and hurriedly grabbed his hand. "Wait! My period hasn't ended yet!"

then let go of

you're still on your cycle. Wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't collect some interest?"

the other senses became even

moved much, was drenched in sweat, as if

the master bedroom and laid her

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

his voice low and cold. "You realize you made

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

back to the manor with

"What?" Maeve was surprised.

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