The Heir's Secret Bride

Secret Bride 372

Chapter 372

"Byron, you don't really mean what you say," Maeve said in a huff.

Byron instinctively tightened his hold on her hand, the familiar touch catching him off guard. A moment later, realizing his reaction, his expression darkened, and he tried to pull away, though gently, not wanting to hurt her. For a moment, they stood in tense silence.

Maeve, however, seemed unfazed by Byron's cold demeanor. The fact that he'd stepped out of his ward to see her after hearing her voice messages hinted that he didn't truly want her gone. That was enough for her.

No matter why he kept pushing her away, Maeve knew if she didn't back down, he couldn't force her out. She half-expected him to repeat his harsh words from the previous night, but instead, he turned silently and headed back to his room. Seeing him hesitantly navigate along the wall, she held back from offering help, simply following quietly in her wheelchair. She knew Byron would refuse her assistance. His pride would never allow it.

Inside the ward, he completely ignored her. No matter what she said, he acted as though she wasn't there, even waiting for the staff to bring him water instead of taking it from her. It was as if he'd built a wall of ice around himself.

"Yet if he truly didn't care, why make such an effort to ignore me? Maeve thought. The thought comforted her a little.

Just then, Archer entered with a bag, nodding to Maeve before respectfully addressing Byron. "Mr. McDaniel, I have the items you requested."

Byron nodded indifferently. "Put them on the table."

Archer carefully took out the items and placed them beside the bed. Maeve's eyes drifted over and froze when she recognized a particular object, the portrait that Byron kept in his study, the one of his first love.

now, yet he wanted

was likely doing this to push her away, but of all ways, he chose the one that hurt her most. He knew how much

longer convince herself that Byron cared for her. Perhaps, all along, he only tolerated her because

her cheeks burned with shame, and she quickly

she left, Archer glanced at Byron, concerned. "Mr. McDaniel, Ms, Reese

was discarded casually in storage, so Archer figured Byron didn't care all that much for the so-called

fingertips tracing the edge of the

trying to care for him despite his coldness? She was kind but strong-willed,

information, and Maeve's reaction wasn't from guilt.

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Chapter 372

way to keep her from worrying, not

Maeve collapsed onto her pillow, too drained

first, but the ringing persisted until she gave in, sitting up and answering.

I'll send you a photo to review," Paige's cheerful voice sounded over the line. "Alright,

are you feeling? Any idea when you'll be

a week, two at the

up! I'll keep you updated on anything important," Paige said. "Oh,