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!

icy

dare she say no as if I don't

she ever consider my

you in the future. You'll never have

see you again, a surge of indescribable fury rose in Byron's chest, and

he coldly withdrew his hand, straightened up and ordered, "Send

gasped, "What are you

he taking me there? Maeve

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on the verge

her range of movement was limited to the master bedroom, and two bodyguards were constantly stationed at the door. Whenever she opened it, they would block her

a maid checking

this any different from being under

front of her now, she might not be

it's time for your meal. The maid pushed a small cart into the room and said the words mechanically. Afterward. she fell silent as she placed the food on the table. Frustrated, Maeve asked, "Has Mr. Mcdaniel come back?

to speak no matter how many

breath and didn't touch the food on the table,

can't let my

food to cause a miscarriage? I wouldn't even have time to cry if that happened. He's already had me drugged and sent to the operating table once. Who knows what else he's capable of?" Thinking about this, Maeve's mood worsened. Her

a single bite,

who was still in the hospital,

emotional fluctuations and strenuous activity and ensure proper nutrition. If she continues to

he asked, "She hasn't eaten anything all

this goes on, it will cause significant harm

hanging up and calling

the pillow, thinking about

when she picked it up, "Maeve, what kind

momentarily stunned and laughed, "Don't you already know? How long are you planning to keep me locked up here? We are divorced. What right do you have to treat me

tone grew heavier, and he said, "Because I am the father of your child. Stop playing these tricks that will

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my child, and it has nothing to

really