The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 340

Maeve instantly felt guilty. She felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness.

However, nothing but a few drops of water and a few leaves came out of the vase.

Byron raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Maeve teasingly. "I thought you were hiding something in the vase."

Maeve had mixed feelings about his accusation and retorted, "Who would hide something in a vase?"

As expected, she was overthinking, which is why she had dreams about this vase.

"That's not what your expression just said." Byron teased.

As soon as he finished speaking, Byron put down the vase and walked to the edge of the bed to sit down. He raised his hand and touched Maeve's forehead. "You're not burning up anymore

Maeve felt the warmth of his palm. She did not know whether it was because she was sick and more fragile than usual or for some other reason, but she suddenly wanted to tell Byron that Theo was actually his son. "Byron, I..." Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a kiss.

Byron wrapped one hand around her neck and held the back of her head. His other hand was on the side of her face. He kissed her slowly and passionately.

Maeve was afraid of infecting him, so she whimpered and tried to push him away.

"I have a cold!" She reminded him.

"I'm not afraid." Byron chuckled softly. His voice was extremely charming. "Sweating a little is good for your recovery, right?? Maeve's heart fluttered. She felt like her body was burning from head to toe, and her skin flushed red. Byron seemed to like kissing her eyelids every time. He placed soft, long kisses on them until her eyelashes fluttered wildly, and she clenched her clammy fingers.

Only then did he move down, kiss her soft, slender neck, and leave a bright red mark on it.

When Byron saw the mark, the frustration in his chest subsided slightly. He asked Maeve in a hoarse voice, "What did you want to say just now?"

Maeve's mind was still buzzing from Byron's kisses. It took her a long time to recover and recall what she wanted to say. "That's right. I want to talk to you about Leo," she said hesitantly

Byron hummed softly. "What about him?"

Maeve finally made up her mind and grabbed his shirt. "His father is..."

Byron's phone suddenly rang, interrupting Maeve again.

dismissed the call. "Ignore it.

had worked so hard to muster

instantly.

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nothing. You can pick up the phone

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fingers through her long hair. "Wait

phone from the table and answered it bluntly, "If this isn't important, report to me

seconds, the person on the other end said something Byron slowly frowned and didn't have a pleasant expression on

he hung up,

at our overseas pharmaceutical company. I have to fly out of the

was about to remind Byron to rest and avoid being sleepy tomorrow. However, he suddenly pressed his body against hers. Before Maeve could react, Byron pushed her nightgown to her waist,

a little confused. "What are

the belt on her nightgown. Maeva was quickly aroused. She felt her mind go blank, and her hands were

do with so little time? You might as well sleep!" She managed to

Byron narrowed his eyes menacingly. "Four hours is enough

Byron's

make up for what he could not do during his time away in the next few days. Naturally, Maeve did not get up to see him off the next

up until past

eleven o'clock.

recalled last night's frenzy and the damp bedsheets and instantly blushed. They were so wet that they couldn't

was not possible to have sex in that short amount of

to have sex, indulge in her body, and catch up on sleep on

body that attractive? Does he like

little dejected. She lifted the blanket and realized that the bedsheets had been changed-no wonder

little. She looked around

the past few days, Byron had kept her well-fed. She made her own breakfast, but she felt it tasted a

non-spicy and nutritious meals because

couldn't do this and made food according to Maeve's