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

that he also had stomach

stand watching her neglect

of something unpleasant in the past, but

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

kissing skills werent the

can learn from being petted and kissed by

was smart enough to pick up a

his bottom lip, sucking on

letting the

eyes darkened, and the long arms around her

time Maeve had taken the initiative

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

his eyes

deeper into the couch, his kisses growing

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

heavier, leaving red

voice was low and hoarse, "do you even have

he worried he might pinch her

at him. "Of course

going, it was bound to get out

to her senses and hurriedly grabbed his hand. "Wait!

let go

it be a waste if I didn't collect some interest?" Maeve stifled her frustration, pouting as she closed her eyes, resigned to whatever

sight, the other senses became even

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

bedroom and laid her

a little uneasy. "Byron, are you

low and cold. "You realize

awkwardly. I didn't want to get sick

manor with

"What?" Maeve was surprised.

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