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.

Byron sat up suddenly. Though he couldn't see, he still

your medicine by now?"

taking her medicine earlier but had completely forgotten. "Right. I'll go

and rushed out like she was

Maeve returned, she discovered the door to Byron's room

'Is he

understand what was going on Back in her room, Maeve was greeted by her two little ones, already snuggled

got out of the wheelchair and lay down

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

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heart, knowing Byron didn't want

about Byron's recovery so Theo

She said, "The doctor

and Theo exchanged a glance. They were both aware of Byron testing medicine for Maeve, so they didn't believe Maeve saying

they knew their father was trying to hide it from their mom, so she wouldn't worry. They,

the

about Byron and their recent

regain strength in her legs. Even after thirty minutes, her knees were weak, her movements still strained from the viral infection's impact

her exercises, Maeve wheeled herself towards Byron's room. A nurse, seeing her struggle, kindly informed her that the wheelchair was automatic and didn't need