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

he also

stand

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

bug. She dwelled on it for a moment,

werent

being petted and kissed by a lion

smart enough to pick

kissing his bottom lip, sucking

open his teeth, letting the tip of her

arms around

first time Maeve had taken

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

look in his eyes

deeper into the couch, his kisses growing fierce and intense, barely giving her room to

trailed over her face, easily stirring a storm of sensations in

became heavier, leaving

was low and hoarse, "do you even have

he worried

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

kept going, it was bound to

pregnancy test, Maeve snapped back to her senses and hurriedly grabbed his hand. "Wait! My period hasn't ended yet!" Byron's expression remained

then let go of me?" Maeve

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

one lost sight, the other senses

moved much, was drenched in

the master bedroom and

expressionless face, Maeve felt a little

his voice low and cold. "You realize

sick either. I promise I won't touch

the manor with

"What?" Maeve was surprised.

easier for you to recover if you stay there." Byron's tone was calm