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

that he also had

he couldn't stand watching

was unknown if he had thought of something unpleasant in the past, but his

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

skills werent the same

rabbits can learn from being petted and kissed

was smart enough to pick up

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

teeth, letting the tip of her

the long arms around her waist tightened like cast

the first time Maeve had taken the initiative to

as red as 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 felt as though something was tickling it

in his eyes

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

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

leaving red

voice was low and hoarse, "do

soft, he worried he

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

this kept going, it was bound

to her senses and hurriedly grabbed his hand. "Wait! My period hasn't ended yet!" Byron's expression remained unchanged. "I didn't

go of me?"

your cycle. Wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't collect some interest?" Maeve stifled her frustration,

one lost sight, the other

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

carried her back to the master bedroom

Maeve felt a little uneasy. "Byron,

low and

smiled awkwardly. I didn't want to get sick

the manor

"What?" Maeve was surprised.

if you stay there." Byron's tone was calm but

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