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.

the apartment building, Maeve was in so much pain she could hardly bear it anymore, leaning against the seat, nearly

her upstairs without

children were already asleep, and the

in the bedroom, he walked out

a thorny vine, quietly wrapped around her heart, tightening with each passing moment. The intermittent pain she felt was far worse

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it was the pain that kept her so alert-this was the first

unable to.

the door

Almost inaudible footsteps approached.

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

blanket, he

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, sitting on the edge of the bed and propping her up against him. "Maeve, wake up," he said

Maeve groggily responded, still

blinked her eyes open, and in her haze, when she saw Byron, she instinctively blurted out, "Why are you still at my house? Hurry up and leave. It won't be good if my husband

Maeve muttered, clearly

his voice laced

Sometimes, I can't even remember him,"

he leaned in and asked, "Do you still remember

I'm so stupid that I can't even recognize my lover? I already said you're leaving soon. What if my husband finds out about our affair and breaks us apart?" Byron stared at her, his temples twitching with every

she dared to

"Next time, if you dare touch alcohol again," he warned her in a harsh tone. He picked

weakly leaning against his shoulder, opened her mouth like a

at her,

mouthful at a time. He seemed impatient, but his movements were gentle and slow, making sure not to

stuffed her back under the blanket, his expression cold as he

not about to obey him. Her eyes were wide open,

to come, I'll break

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