The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 377

She couldn’t bear to be so intimate with a man who still held someone else in his heart.

Maeve glanced around the room and let her gaze settle on the sleek, modern sofa, a perk of a private room. It had a setting as luxurious as a five–star hotel.

“No need, I can manage,” she began, ready to refuse Will’s suggestion, when Byron’s quiet voice interrupted from behind.

“You take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Byron said.

Startled, Maeve turned to see him already heading toward the couch, moving with calm determination. She opened her mouth to protest, but Byron added, “Bring me a blanket.”

Despite her reluctance, Maeve couldn’t help but reply, “I’ll take the couch. You’re the patient. You should have the bed.” She felt awkward taking a bed from someone recovering.

But Byron was already lying on the couch, his voice steady. “I don’t shift around in my sleep. It doesn’t matter where.”

“Are you saying I do?” Maeve snapped.

“I never said that,” Byron replied.

Fuming, Maeve stepped over and kicked the edge of the couch. “For your information, I’m a very peaceful sleeper! Now, get up! I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Byron didn’t budge, lounging comfortably with one arm behind his head, exuding a lazy confidence. “I told you to take the bed. What’s there to argue about?”

Maeve grumbled to herself but finally tossed the blanket on him, letting it fall over his head. If he wanted to sleep there, then so be it.

in silence. Will leaned toward Theo, whispering, “Are Mom

tilted his head thoughtfully. “No,

she felt him burning up again, she called in the night shift doctor, and after a restless stretch, Will’s

him to bed. She hesitated, casting a glance at Byron sleeping on the sofa. Despite its size, it could hardly replace the comfort of a

the discomfort, she still quietly approached intent on pulling his blanket up over his chest. But as she reached out,

froze, startled, looking down at him. He didn’t seem awake, reacting only

Reese glanced at his hand gripping hers tightly and suddenly

to see, he was more guarded than ever. Even in sleep, his nerves stayed tense. That might have been why he warned Theo

won

bold since Byron was asleep, Maeve reached to peel back a

Chapter 377

are you doing?” Byron’s voice was low and gravelly, with a

if you’re still breathing!” She blurted

my eyes?” Byron asked. This made Maeve panic and try to get away from Byron. Byron didn’t seem fazed as he said, “If you want

muttered, wrenching free.

her, Byron added, “Come to me if you change your

her bed, wrapping

need to worry. Maeve snuggled Theo, who had joined her in bed, offering reassurances to

he lay expressionless, his fingers brushing the edge of the gauze

persisted even after Maeve was discharged. His recovery was slow, made worse by a weak constitution and complications from

the studio, preparing for a new product exhibition with Trazir. As soon as her work was done, she’d

Byron had been ill even longer than Will, Byron’s own recovery seemed to stall, his

he really get