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.

two young boys watched in silence. Will leaned toward

tilted his head thoughtfully.

on Will’s temperature. When she felt him burning up again, she called in the night shift doctor,

on the sofa. Despite its size, it could hardly replace the comfort of a

approached intent on pulling his blanket up over his chest. But as she reached out, Byron’s hand shot up,

down at him. He didn’t seem awake, reacting

his hand gripping hers tightly and suddenly felt

in sleep, his nerves stayed tense. That

turned to leave, her curiosity won out. She leaned in,

reached to peel back a corner of it.

Chapter 377

was low and gravelly, with

flustered. “J–just checking if you’re

you want to see 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 to see my eyes, all you

Maeve muttered, wrenching free.

“Come to me

and hurried back to her bed, wrapping herself tightly in her

didn’t need

spot on the sofa, Byron’s faint smile faded until he lay expressionless, his fingers brushing the edge of

His recovery was slow, made worse by a

As soon as her work was done, she’d rush back to the hospital. Thankfully, Theo’s help in caring for his brother lightened

Will, Byron’s own recovery seemed to stall,

he really get better?‘ Maeve