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

his head thoughtfully. “No, they’re

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 fever eventually

bed. She hesitated, casting a glance at Byron sleeping on the sofa. Despite its size, it could hardly replace the comfort of a bed, especially

she still quietly approached intent on pulling his blanket up over his chest. But as she reached out, Byron’s hand shot up, grabbing her

He

his hand gripping hers tightly and suddenly felt a

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

before gently adjusting the blanket. Just as she turned to leave, her curiosity won out. She

Byron was asleep, Maeve reached to peel back a corner of it.

Chapter 377

low and gravelly,

if you’re still breathing!”

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.

wrenching free.

added, “Come to me if you change your

ignored Byron and hurried back to her bed, wrapping herself tightly in

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

faint smile faded until he lay expressionless, his fingers brushing the edge of the gauze covering his eyes. He knew

after Maeve was discharged. His recovery was slow, made worse by a

for a new product exhibition with Trazir. As soon as her

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

get better?‘