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.

Will leaned

tilted his head thoughtfully. “No, they’re just

that night, Maeve woke several times to check on Will’s temperature. When she felt him burning up again, she called in the

hesitated, casting a glance at Byron sleeping on the sofa. Despite its size,

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

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

hers

stayed tense. That might have

won out. She leaned in, wondering what’s wrong

peel back a corner of it. But Byron’s

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and gravelly, with a hint of

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

his other hand pressing 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

Maeve muttered, wrenching

Byron added, “Come to me if you change your

to her bed,

He seemed perfectly fine. she didn’t need to worry. Maeve snuggled Theo, who

lay expressionless, his fingers brushing the edge

His recovery was slow, made worse

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

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

he really get