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.

young boys watched in silence. Will leaned toward Theo, whispering,

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

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

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

intent on pulling his blanket up over his chest. But as she reached

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

gripping hers tightly and

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

blanket. Just as she turned to leave, her curiosity won out.

Maeve reached to peel back a corner

Chapter 377

you doing?” Byron’s voice was low and

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

close, his other hand pressing gently on her back. “Do you want to see my eyes?” Byron asked. This made Maeve panic and try

wrenching free. “Forget

“Come to me if

hurried back to her bed,

didn’t need to worry. Maeve snuggled Theo, who had joined

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

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

focused on the studio, preparing for a new product exhibition with Trazir. As soon as her work was done, she’d rush back to the hospital. Thankfully, Theo’s help in caring

Will, Byron’s own recovery seemed to stall, his eyes still concealed

get better?‘