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.

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

his head thoughtfully. “No, they’re

she felt him burning up again, she called in the night shift doctor, and after a restless stretch,

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

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

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

glanced at his hand gripping hers

see, he was more guarded than ever. Even in sleep, his nerves stayed

the blanket. Just as she turned to leave, her curiosity won out. She leaned in, wondering what’s wrong

asleep, Maeve reached to peel back a corner of it. But Byron’s hand caught hers

Chapter 377

low and gravelly, with

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

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 you want to see

Maeve muttered, wrenching free. “Forget

go of her, Byron added, “Come to me if

Byron and hurried back to her bed, wrapping herself

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

from his 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 knew

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

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 for his brother

Byron’s own recovery seemed to stall, his eyes

really get