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

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

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

the sofa. Despite its size, it could hardly replace the comfort of a bed, especially for someone as tall

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

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

his hand gripping hers tightly and suddenly felt a surge

than ever. Even in sleep, his nerves stayed tense. That might have been why he warned

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

to peel back a corner of it. But Byron’s hand caught

Chapter 377

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

stammered, flustered. “J–just checking if you’re still breathing!” She blurted out,

her close, 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

wrenching free. “Forget

Byron added, “Come to me

back to her bed,

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

brushing the edge of the gauze covering his eyes.

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

Maeve focused on the studio, preparing for a new product exhibition with Trazir. As soon as her work

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

get better?‘