The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 352

The black Spyker stopped by the roadside. Byron carried Maeve and walked over, ignoring her kitten-like struggles as he shoved her into the passenger seat.

Maeve felt a bit dizzy. She tried to get out but was firmly pressed back by Byron, who held her waist.

"What are you doing?!" She glared angrily at him. "I already said I don't want to go back. Don't you understand?"

"Are you so happy you don't want to go home?" he asked, his voice cold.

"Aren't you the same?" Maeve shot back. "I thought it was a tacit understanding between us that we'd play our own games

outside."

Byron's expression darkened as he looked at her coldly. "Is this how you ruin your body when I'm not around?"

"This is my own body. What does it have to do with you?" Maeve snapped back, unwilling to back down.

Byron pinched her chin, his dark eyes dangerous as he stared at her. "Repeat it. It has nothing to do with me?"

"I don't mind saying it ten times. Besides, who are you to interfere in my matters?" Thinking of how he had deliberately avoided her recently, Maeve's bright eyes flared with anger. Her delicate finger poked his chest, and with a mocking smile, she said, "Don't forget your identity, ex-husband." The word "ex-husband" instantly made Byron's face darken.

Their gazes clashed in the air, like a needle facing a sharp edge, each holding onto their own pride, unwilling to lower their heads first.

In the end, Byron stood up with a cold expression, slammed the door on her side, and walked around the front of the car to the driver's seat. Maeve's brain, now increasingly affected by the alcohol, started to betray her. When she tried to get out of the car, the door was already locked.

She was about to say something, but the car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow. The sudden jolt made her stomach churn.

Maeve could not utter a word, clutching her burning stomach. Her face turned pale as paper.

'Was it her weakened constitution, or had the cocktail hit her harder this time?' Byron thought. 'Why did she feel so miserable?'

Byron glanced at Maeve in the rearview mirror as she bent over in pain. His expression remained cold and indifferent, but without him realizing, the car's speed gradually slowed.

reached the apartment building, Maeve was in so much pain she could hardly bear

her upstairs without

already asleep, and the

put Maeve down in the bedroom, he walked out without pausing and

each passing moment. The intermittent

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it was the pain that kept her so alert-this was the first time Maeve was so sober after drinking, wanting

unable to.

the door was quietly pushed open

Almost inaudible footsteps approached.

first placed a bowl on the table, then gently pulled back the blanket

he saw that Maeve had already fallen

peacefully. Her cheeks were flushed, her brows tightly furrowed, and her red lips were pressed firmly together. Even in her sleep, she was clearly battling her physical discomfort. Byron pursed his thin lips,

Maeve groggily responded, still

at my house? Hurry up and leave. It won't be good if my

Maeve

his voice

stable. Sometimes, I can't even remember

in and asked, "Do you still remember

stared at him for several seconds. "Do you think I'm so stupid that I can't even recognize my lover? I already said you're leaving soon. What if my husband

dared to say she

sighed in exasperation. "Next time, if you dare touch alcohol again," he warned her in a harsh tone. He picked up the bowl of liquid from the table. "Open your mouth and drink the hangover

opened her mouth like a queen.

looked at

to fate and fed her the hangover remedy one mouthful at a time. He seemed impatient, but his movements

under the blanket, his expression

however, was not about to obey him. Her eyes were wide open, filled with

"If he dares to come, I'll break his

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