The Heir's Secret Bride

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Maeve's fever subsided after she drank the medicine, and her flushed checks gradually returned to normal. She was in a deep sleep.

Theo found a comfortable position at her feet and leaned over softly.

Will asked curiously, "Don't you feel uncomfortable sleeping like this?"

"No" Theo pulled a corner of the blanket over himself and smiled, saying, "Maeve likes to use me to warm her feet in the winter. She said my body is warm and comfortable."

I'm Mommy's exclusive foot-warming treasure. There is no other thought Theo.

Will was a little envious. He had never warmed Maeve's feet, let alone slept with her.

Theo could see Will's desire and pulled him up. This bed is big. It's fine for us to sleep together. Stay close to the other side and let's warm Maeve up together."

"Okay!" Will's pale face blushed cutely. He quickly took off his shoes and socks and got into bed. He carefully leaned against Maeve's leg

Maeve felt a ball of softness clinging to her in her sleep. She pulled it into her arms and hugged it like a doll.

Being caught off guard by Maeve's hug. Will's ear tips turned red. His small body froze, and he did not dare to move. His breathing subconsciously lightened. Byron stared at Will's useless appearance and pressed between his eyebrows.

Will will probably be delighted if he knows Maeve is his biological mother. Then, what about Maeve? That may not be the case thought Byron.

"You guys sleep here. Don't wake her up or run around. Do you hear me?" Byron reminded them in a deep voice.

"Okay," Will and Theo said in unison.

That strange illusion came again.

Byron frowned slightly. He suppressed the doubts in his heart, turned, and left the ward.

Archer, who had been waiting outside, stepped forward. "Mr. Mcdaniel, Neville has boarded the ship that left the country

"Okay," said Byron. A cold light flashed across his black eyes. "You can make your move now."

"Yes."

The next morning.

Maeve had yet to wake up. However, she was in much better condition than yesterday.

Byron got someone to bring the prepared breakfast for Will and Theo to the ward.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Theo asked suspiciously when he realized breakfast was for two.

"Dad doesn't have the habit of having breakfast," Will explained to Theo

"Oh, no wonder he has gastric problems," said Theo,

Upon hearing that, Byron and Will looked at Theo simultaneously.

Byron looked thoughtful. "How did you know I had gastric problems?"

"Maeve told him? thought Byron.

Theo realized he had let it slip. Just as he was about to find a way to make up for it, the ward door was opened.

Alexis came to visit when she found out something had happened to Maeve. She was a little surprised to see Theo was still there. "Dr. Leo Chatterly, why aren't you home yet? Aren't you afraid your mommy will be worried?" Byron raised his eyebrows. "You have a mommy?"

Theo's face darkened. "What are you talking about? I can't exist without a mommy. Did 1 jump out of a rock""

"It's not that," Byron said slowly. "Look at how you treated Maeve better than your own mother last night. Those who don't know better would think she's your mother."

Byron's words set off the alarm bells in the hearts of Will and Theo.

Will poked Theo's arm under the table, hinting at him to answer properly.

Theo thought quickly and got an answer. "Maeve and my mommy are good friends. Maeve is also my godmother. Of course, I have to treat her well"

Byron was unsure if he believed Theo's wards, so he did not ask further.

It was as if he had just asked casually on a whim.

However, Will and Theo did not think so.

Without their cunning minds, they could easily lose a battle of wits and courage against Byron, the Great Demon King.

So Theo's "mommy came to pick him up and take him home at noon.

Theo was resentful. If it weren't for his cheap daddy being scheming, he wouldn't have left his mommy at that time.

Will still had to go for a checkup today and was forcibly sent back to the manor by Byron.

The ward fell silent.

Maeve woke up in a daze. She opened her eyes and saw Byron sitting on the sofa before her, handling his official business.

The spring afternoon sun was bright, but it was not blinding. When it shone on his body, it was as if it was plated with a layer of gold as thin as a cicada's wings.

Maeve was stunned momentarily until the faint pain in her temples made her return to her senses. She pursed her dry lips.

She reached for the glass of water on the side table, but her body, which had just woken up, was weak. Her fingers accidentally knocked over the glass.

Crack! The glass fell onto the wool carpet with a dull sound.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Catching the movement, Byron turned his head and saw Maeve's guilty expression. He pushed his laptop away, got up, and walked to the bed to clean up the debris on the carpet. "I'm sorry," Maeve bit her lip. Her sickly voice was weak and hoarse. "I wasn't careful."

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Byron stopped cleaning and looked straight into her eyes. "Marve, you don't have to be so careful. Also, I'm right beside you. Just tell me what you want next time." Maeve clenched her fingers and did not answer.

Byron poured a glass of water and handed it to her. "What else do you want?" he asked deeply.

Maeve shook her head. "No, thank you."

Her attitude carried a hint of aloofness and politeness, which was completely opposite to the righteous way she choked up and scolded him on the phone last night. Byron's eyes instantly darkened.

He didn't like her getting along with him with that attitude.

"Marve, do you have anything to say to me?"

Maeve paused for a moment and looked up at him. "I'm sorry. I got a little carried away last night, but normal people couldn't control themselves under those circumstances. I hope I didn't offend you."

"Are to keep talking to me with that tone?"

u sure you!

"What tone?" Maeve was confused.

Byron let out a low sneer. "It's the tone you are ready to draw a line with me and not interact with me anymore. were coquettish and quarreling with me before you died. Now that you're alive, you pretend nothing happened?" "Who was acting coquettish?' thought Maeve.

Why You

Maeve pursed her lips. "Just take it I'm delirious and don't know what I'm talking about. Anyway, thank you for saving me last night. I'll remember your kindness and repay you if there is a chance.

Byron was so angry that he almost laughed.

It is fine you didn't want me but a brat when I fed you the medicine last night. Now that you are awake, you wanted to draw a clear line with me?' thought Byron.

A trace of coldness flashed past Byron's eyes. He placed his hands on the edge of the bed and suddenly approached her.

Maeve's pupils constricted, and she subconsciously dodged to avoid him. "What are you doing?"

"There's not a word out of your mouth that I'd like to hear right now." Byron's voice was low and mocking. "Instead of letting your mouth continue to say things I don't like to hear, why don't you let it do something else?" What do you mean?

Maeve felt a warm touch on her lips before she could react.