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.

leaned toward Theo, whispering, “Are Mom and Dad

tilted his head thoughtfully.

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 after a restless stretch, Will’s

a glance at Byron sleeping on the sofa. Despite its size, it could hardly replace

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

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

Reese glanced at his hand gripping hers tightly and suddenly felt

was more guarded than ever. Even in sleep, his nerves stayed tense. That might

for Byron to relax his grip before gently adjusting the blanket. Just as she turned to leave, her curiosity won out. She leaned in, wondering what’s wrong with his eye injury, which

reached to peel back a corner of it.

Chapter 377

Byron’s voice was low and gravelly, with a hint of

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

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 my eyes, all

Maeve muttered, wrenching free. “Forget

Byron added, “Come to me if

Byron and hurried back to her bed, wrapping

need to worry.

lay expressionless, his fingers brushing the edge of the gauze covering his eyes. He knew he wouldn’t be

persisted even after Maeve was discharged. His recovery was slow, made worse

new product exhibition with Trazir. As soon as her work

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

he really get