The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 369

"No." Maeve quickly looked away, explaining. "I heard a noise and thought you'd fallen, so I came in."

"Now that you're here, why don't you stay and watch me shower Byron mocked, his tone laced with sarcasm.

This time, Maeve wasn't deterred. Noticing a few bottles of shampoo on the floor, she leaned down, carefully picking them

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She glanced at Byron's foamy hair and felt sympathy, remembering how much effort he must have spent trying to wash it himself.

"Why not ask the caregiver for help since moving around is hard?" Maeve asked.

"Not necessary." Byron's voice was cold, laced with impatience. "How long are you planning to stay here?"

Maeve knew he didn't like people crossing his boundaries, especially in his private space. But seeing him struggle alone, she couldn't shake the worry he might actually fall.

Ignoring Byron's question, Maeve wheeled behind the tub, pumped shampoo into her hands, and pressed gently on his shoulders as he began to rise.

"Stay still. I'll wash your hair," Maeve said.

"There's no need," Byron said.

"Either let me help, or I'll join you in the tub," Maeve interrupted.

Byron's ears turned red as he grabbed a towel to cover himself, muttering, "Shameless."

chuckled, enjoying the rare moment where he couldn't quite control the situation. "You just don't know what's good for you,"

The faint smell of Maeve's coffee-scented perfume filled the air around him, and her gentle hands worked carefully through his hair, avoiding the gauze on his eyes. To his surprise, it was oddly

the tub, Byron felt a swirl of emotions. He had been curt

away.

to help him with something as intimate as washing his hair. 'How could she be so fearless?' Byron thought. Maeve marveled at Byron's

the awkward angle, but she managed to rinse his hair and gently

first instinct was

shower yet, right?" Maeve replied innocently. "Since

laughed at her audacity. "Weren't you just saying

believe

"Don't test

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came here without taking my medicine, and it's harder to move around in a wheelchair than is for you. Do you hate me so much that you'd rather

his tone softer, though he tried to sound detached. "Fine. Do

no actual tears in her eyes, pleased her little trick had worked.

Byron added coolly, "Next time, take your medicine first. I don't want you blaming me

someone who tortures

"What was that?"

a towel floating nearby.

his decision. 'Why is she so eager? It's

I haven't seen it before. Why so shy now?" Maeve teased, enjoying his