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

stand

in the past, but his eyes were filled with coldness

bug. She dwelled on it for a moment, then

kissing skills werent the same

the slowest of rabbits can learn from being petted and kissed by

was smart enough to pick up a few

his bottom lip, sucking on it like a

pried open his teeth, letting

eyes darkened, and the long arms

Maeve had taken

fluttered, as if she were trying desperately to hide her blush. She mimicked the moves he usually used to tease her, attempting to please

look in his eyes lost its

the upper hand and was pressed deeper into the couch,

her face, easily stirring a storm of sensations in Maeve, who trembled

heavier, leaving red

voice was low and hoarse, "do you even have

was so soft, he worried he might pinch

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

kept going, it was bound

and hurriedly grabbed his

then let go of me?" Maeve

now." Byron smirked at her. "You dared to tease me even though you're still on your cycle. Wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't collect some interest?" Maeve stifled her frustration, pouting as she closed her eyes, resigned to whatever

one lost sight, the other senses became even sharper-sometimes unbearably

was drenched in sweat, as if she'd just

to the master bedroom and

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

low and cold. "You

didn't want to get sick either. I

the manor with me. Byron suddenly

"What?" Maeve was surprised.

expert. It'll be easier for you to recover if you stay there." Byron's tone was calm but left no room