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.

silence. Will leaned

his head thoughtfully. “No, they’re just

burning up

carried him to bed. She hesitated, casting a glance at Byron sleeping on the sofa. Despite

approached intent on pulling his blanket up

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

his hand gripping hers tightly and suddenly

more guarded than ever. Even in sleep, his nerves stayed tense. That might have been why he warned Theo not to approach him casually

leave, her curiosity won out. She leaned in, wondering what’s wrong with his eye injury,

back a corner of it. But Byron’s hand

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voice was low and

flustered. “J–just checking if you’re still breathing!”

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 see my

wrenching free.

of her, Byron added, “Come to me

and hurried back to her bed, wrapping herself tightly

for caring about him. He seemed perfectly fine. she didn’t need to worry. Maeve snuggled Theo,

his fingers brushing the edge of the gauze covering his eyes. He knew he

slow, made worse by a weak constitution

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

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

he really get