The Heir's Secret Bride
Chapter 187

Before she could finish her last word, Byron pinched her chin and leaned down, biting her red lips heavily. Maeve's eyes were filled with tears as she frowned in pain. "It hurts! What are you doing?" Byron narrowed his eyes and looked at the fresh marks on her lips as he said casually, "I'm just waking you up."

The corners of Maeve's mouth twitched when she heard his mockery.

Fortunately, Byron's phone rang at this moment, saving Marve from the crisis.

While he left the bedroom to answer the phone, Maeve sat up. Then, she rushed to the table and took out the pregnancy test report from her bag, madly searching for a place to hide it. Byron was too shrewd. If she just hid it on her body, he might catch it at any time.

Before she could figure out how to tell him about this, she would delay it as much as she could.

Suddenly, Maeve thought of something terrifying.

This was Byron's bedroom, so no matter where she hid it, there was always a risk.

At this moment, footsteps approached from outside the door.

Maeve was worried that Byron might be suspicious when he came in and saw her sneaking around, so she simply stuffed the test report into an empty vase.

When she turned around, Byron was looking at her with a frown. "What are you doing there?"

Maeve laughed awkwardly and patted the vase. "I thought this was an antique. I got closer. And it's not

Byron sensed that something was weird with her today, but he did not probe further. "Show me the medicine the doctor. prescribed for you."

Maeve was stunned. "Stomach medicine? I'll put it in my bag... Before she could finish speaking. Maeve saw the bag on the table beside Byron and immediately shut her mouth. BYTO

followed her gaze and picked up the bag strap with his long fingers. "Is it in here?"

Maeve's breathing froze, and her heart almost stopped beating.

"Wait!" She practically jumped in front of Byron, grabbed the bag in his hand, and pulled it back. "I'll take it myself!"

She was afraid that if she was any slower, Byron would see what was inside. However, this only made him more curious.

Not only did Byron not let go, but he pinched one of her hands and played with it. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "I'm just looking at your medicine. Why are you so nervous? What? Is there something inside that I can't see In other words, other than that report, she must be hiding something else from him.

He was so sharp that it scared Maeve.

Especially when she was stared at by his dark eyes, she almost surrendered and told him everything

"Of course

not!" Maeve gritted her teeth. "I have a lot of pads in my bag!"

Byron's probing gaze froze.

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Maeve was going all out anyway. "It's not just pads. There are also some girls' things. My privacy! So, you know"

As soon as she said this, Byron immediately let go of her bag and turned around to cough uncomfortably. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"You have to give me a chance to say it." Maeve hugged her bag tightly and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Byron's back was facing her, and the tips of his ears under his black hair turned slightly red. He said in a low voice, "Take out your medicine."

Maeve responded and quickly took out the stomach medicine from her bag.

Fortunately, it was not mixed with the folic acid prescribed by the gynecologist. Otherwise, it would be difficult to distinguish this complicated language on the bottle. Maeve closed her bag and poked Byron's arm. "Here."

Byron nodded and took a photo of the medicine before sending it to Harold, who replied instantly.

"Don't take these medicines for the time being. From tomorrow onwards, Dr. Foster will send medicinal cuisine to you and let you go back to health," Byron said to Maeve calmly. Maeve was stunned for a moment, and a warm feeling spread in her heart.

Perhaps this was just a small matter for him. However, it was already rare for someone of his illustrious background and high status to take such a small matter to heart and act on it.

At the very least, to her, it felt good to be taken seriously,

Maeve was so touched that she even felt the urge to tell him about her pregnancy to see what kind of attitude he would have. But she still held it back at last. Anyway, it would not be too late to replace an opportunity next time.

The next morning, Nightfall Manor sent the morning's medicinal cuisine to the apartment.

Marve tasted it and exclaimed. There was no bitterness of medicinal taste at all and this medicine even tasted so good. Byron came out of the bathroom after washing up. When he saw Maeve's intoxicated expression, he raised his eyebrows slightly. "Is it good?" "Yeah!" Maeve nodded crazily. "Dr. Foster is amazing! That's why he gets paid a lot."

"He's married." Byron pulled out a chair and sat down. He said indifferently, "He also has two daughters."

Maeve was stunned. "What does this have to do with me? I'm not...

Byron took a sip of coffee. That's good." It would be very troublesome for him to replace a doctor he was so familiar with.

Maeve did not know that she had almost ended Harold's career. She stirred the oatmeal in her bowl. "Dr. Foster looks so young, but has two daughters."

Byron did not respond. He was not interested in the love life of others.

Maeve held the spoon tightly and pretended to ask casually, "Byron, why don't you like kids?"

"Is it necessary?" Byron ate his breakfast slowly with an indifferent expression. "I've always rejected troublesome things."

Is a child a troublesome thing to you? Maeve's emotions were complicated. The delicious oatmeal in her mouth suddenly became bland. "So you don't plan to have children in the future? G

"Yeah." He was nonchalant,

"What if... you do?" At this point. Maeve's heart was almost jumping out of her throat, and her palms were sweating.

Byron's eyes were dark as he asked her ambiguously, "Macve, are you testing me?"

"I'm just curious." Maeve took a sip of oatmeal to hide the panic in her heart and said slowly, "Because you seem to be very resistant to children, but you're also the only son of the Mcdaniel family.

"So you're just curious. Byron's voice was slightly mocking. "Macve, I don't care if you have that intention or not. You'd better remember what I said last time."

Maeve clenched her fists tightly on her knees.

Byron seemed to have lost his appetite to continue eating. He picked up the watch on the table and slowly put it on. He adjusted his cuffs, his tone still calm. "In my life, there's no what if. Even if there is one, I won't let it come to this world." As soon as he finished speaking, Byron's gaze landed on Maeve's side profile which was covered by her hair. "You'd better not take any chances and think that you can challenge my bottom line. This is good for both of us."

He picked up his suit jacket and strode out of the apartment.

Maeve was sitting at the dining table and her face turned pale.

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