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."

moment where he couldn't quite control the situation. "You just don't know

heightened. 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

a swirl of emotions. He had been

away.

unbothered by his cold words, ready to help him with something as intimate as washing his hair. 'How could she be so fearless?' Byron thought. Maeve marveled at Byron's thick, slightly soft hair as she worked 'Not quite the image

starting to ache from the awkward angle, but she

his eyes, Byron's first instinct was

Maeve replied innocently. "Since you can't

audacity. "Weren't you just saying

smirked. "You believe

hardened. "Don't test my

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she remembered Alexis's advice and softened her tone. "I 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 I disappear?" The vulnerability in her voice sent a flash of panic through

tone softer, though he tried

smiled, no actual tears in her eyes, pleased her little trick had worked. 'Alexis's plan worked. He could

your medicine

unlike someone who tortures himself,"

"What was that?"

nearby. "By the way, can you get the

regretting his decision. 'Why is she so eager? It's nothing

come on. It's not like I haven't seen it before. Why so shy now?" Maeve teased, enjoying his helplessness. Byron's expression darkened. "Maeve, keep this up and I'll make