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.

boys watched in silence. Will leaned toward Theo, whispering, “Are

tilted his head thoughtfully. “No, they’re

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

blanket, then lifted Theo and carried him to bed. She hesitated, casting a glance at Byron sleeping on the sofa. Despite its size, it could hardly replace

pulling his blanket up over his chest. But as she reached out, Byron’s hand shot up, grabbing her

at him. He didn’t

hand gripping hers tightly and suddenly felt a surge of

Even in sleep, his nerves stayed tense. That might have been why

grip before gently adjusting the blanket. Just as she turned to leave, her curiosity won out. She leaned in, wondering what’s wrong with his eye injury, which was still covered in gauze after all this

was asleep, Maeve reached to peel back a corner of it. But

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and

stammered, flustered. “J–just checking if you’re still

gently on her back. “Do 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

Maeve muttered, wrenching

added, “Come to me if you change

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

she didn’t need to worry. Maeve snuggled Theo, who had joined her in bed, offering reassurances

Byron’s faint smile faded until he lay expressionless, his fingers brushing the edge of the gauze covering his eyes. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this

illness persisted even after Maeve was discharged. His recovery was slow, made worse by a weak

Trazir. As soon as her work was done, she’d rush back to the hospital.

Will, Byron’s own

he really get