The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 207

"You're pregnant?" Byron's tone was cold and menacing as he stared at her under the dim light. Itis gaze was as dark and deep as an abyss, sending chills down her spine. Maeve's heart skipped a beat, and she thought, I knew he wouldn't let me go.

Tjust didn't expect him to show up so soon.

With a hoarse voice, Maeve met his gaze without any fear and taunted, "So what? This is my child. It has nothing to do with

you."

Byron's expression darkened instantly before he replied, "Nothing to do with me? You wouldn't be pregnant without me! How dare you...

His words trailed off as he thought, 'Abort it without my consent?

"It's in my body!" Maeve's hateful voice interrupted him. The helpless despair she felt while lying on the operating table surged back into her heart.

Her gaze toward Byron reflected resentment as she muttered, "Byron, we are already divorced. You have no right to interfere in my affairs, including this child!"

"Maeve, say that again?" Byron exclaimed.

Maeve stubbornly raised her chin and spat, "Even if I say it a hundred times, it'll still be the same! This is my child, and it has absolutely nothing to do with you. I don't need you meddling in my business!" She couldn't bear the thought of waking up one day and finding herself back on the operating table, calling for help that

never came.

She could not endure the pain of almost losing her child a second time.

Suppressing the suffocating feeling in her chest, Maeve looked at Byron and pleaded with each word, "Byron, for the sake of what we once had as husband and wife, I beg you, please let me go."

'Let her go?' Byron contemplated, his jaw clenched, and the warmth in his gaze toward her faded.

He silently reasoned, I never liked children, but I didn't expect Maeve to dislike them even more.

'She's even willing to lower herself to beg me just to get rid of this child.

'Or perhaps... she simply doesn't want to bear my child!

voice icy and dangerous as

child too. How dare she say no as if I don't have a

she ever consider my

promise I'll stay far away from you in the

again, a surge of indescribable fury rose in Byron's chest, and he yelled, "Maeve, dream

and ordered, "Send someone over immediately and take her to

fear, and she gasped, "What are you planning to

me there? Maeve silently

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on the verge of

taken to Byron's manor, her range of movement was limited to the master bedroom, and two bodyguards were constantly stationed at the door. Whenever she opened

a maid

is this any different from being under house arrest? Maeve thought, fuming with

in front of her now, she

as she placed the food on the table. Frustrated, Maeve asked, "Has Mr.

kept her lips tightly sealed, refusing to speak no matter how many

food

let my

me drugged and sent to the operating table once. Who knows what else he's capable of?" Thinking

and Maeve hadn't eaten a single bite, surviving

immediately reported the situation to Byron, who was still in

emotional fluctuations and strenuous activity and ensure proper nutrition. If she continues to refuse food like this,

asked,

Foster replied, "Yes. Ms. Reese's constitution is weak. If this goes on, it will cause

understand," Byron spoke in a low voice before hanging

Maeve was lying on the pillow, thinking about how to escape. Suddenly,

picked it up, "Maeve, what kind of game are you playing this time? Is starving yourself supposed to be

long are you planning to keep me

child. Stop playing these tricks that will only provoke me

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this is my child, and it has nothing to do with you,

questioned, "Do you really have to