The Heir's Secret Bride

Secret Bride 370

Chapter 370

Byron was silent for too long. Maeve cracked one eye open and snuck a look at him. He was facing her direction, but his face was hidden in shadow, his expression unreadable.

Maeve grew anxious. She'd only come to see if Alexis had been right about him. But once she saw that Byron couldn't even see and still refused help from the caregiver, she couldn't just leave. His attitude might be cold, but he hadn't actually pushed her away.

It was clear he tolerated her presence more than anyone else's. And with that small allowance, Maeve felt like she could push her luck.

Seeing him as vulnerable as this, she couldn't just leave. Maeve inched closer and wrapped her arms around his thin waist. When Byron stiffened, Maeve felt her heart soften.

"I'm not mad anymore about the cold war you started," Maeve said. "But if you keep being so harsh, I will leave."

Byron let out a low laugh, as if she'd amused him. "I started this? How can you say that?"

"What did I do?" Maeve asked.

"Don't you know?"

Maeve blinked, thrown off. She started to ask, but Byron gently moved her hand aside, lying back on his side of the bed. "Stay over there. Or go back to your room and sleep." "Oh." Maeve scooted away, feeling rejected.

The room fell silent, with only the soft glow of moonlight streaming in, barely illuminating the figures on each side of the bed.

suddenly. Though he couldn't see, he still knew exactly where Maeve was, for he'd

be taking your medicine by

said. She had mentioned taking her medicine earlier but had completely

Maeve turned her wheelchair and rushed out like she was on a

the table. When Maeve returned, she discovered the door to

in disbelief, 'Is he serious? Who

going on Back in her room, Maeve was greeted by her two little ones,

the wheelchair and lay down

just now, right? Is he doing okay?" Will asked, his voice soft. "Dad doesn't want to get me sick so he won't

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Byron's bandaged eyes and felt a twinge in her heart, knowing Byron didn't want Will

anything about Byron's recovery so Theo figured it must be serious because

concern, Maeve patted their heads reassuringly. She

aware of Byron testing medicine for Maeve, so

it from their mom, so she wouldn't worry. They, too, would keep up pretense, not wanting her to feel

the

thoughts. Thinking about Byron and their recent

already off to kindergarten. After breakfast and her medication, Maeve did her usual laps around the ward to regain strength in her legs. Even after thirty minutes, her knees were weak, her movements

Byron's room. A nurse, seeing her struggle, kindly