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.

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

thoughtfully. “No, they’re

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

on pulling his blanket up over his chest. But as she reached out, Byron’s hand

him. He didn’t seem awake,

his hand gripping hers tightly and suddenly felt

more guarded than ever. Even in sleep, his nerves stayed tense. That might have been why he warned Theo not to

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

was asleep, Maeve reached to peel back a

Chapter 377

was low and gravelly, with

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 seem fazed as

wrenching

her, Byron added, “Come to

her

him. He seemed perfectly fine. she didn’t need to

lay expressionless, his fingers brushing the edge of the gauze covering his

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

day, Maeve 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 for his brother lightened

than Will, Byron’s own recovery seemed to stall, his

he really get