The Heir's Secret Bride

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Just as Maeve was about to touch Byron, Maeve suddenly realized it might be a mistake since she could transfer bacteria from her hand to his injured eye. She quickly pulled her hand back.

Byron's expression grew colder, more menacing. He raised his hand and pushed her away, saying icily, "Get out."

"No." Maeve held his wrist. "What happened to your eyes? Did you catch the mutant variant of Xasia because of me?"C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Byron frowned impatiently. "Whatever happens to my eyes has nothing to do with you. Don't meddle."

"Then tell me, did you come to the hospital to see me a few days ago?"

Byron tilted his head slightly, facing her voice. A mocking smile played on his lips. "You're imagining things. I can barely take care of myself, so why would I come to see you?" Maeve's eyes flashed with determination. "You're lying. I saw you that night."

"Save the nonsense for yourself tonight. It's probably comforting." Byron's tone was detached. "If you're done talking, get out. Stop disturbing my rest."

Byron's cold words pierced Maeve, twisting her heart with pain.

Maeve couldn't tell if that night was real or just a dream from Byron's unreadable expression.

Maeve wanted to ask more, but worried it would truly disturb Byron's rest. Swallowing the ache in her throat, Maeve managed to say hoarsely, "Alright, I won't bother you. Rest well."

As Byron heard Maeve's wheelchair roll away, the mocking smile faded from Byron's face. His lips pressed into a hard line. 'It's better she stayed away,' Byron thought, 'sparing her the guilt that would only make things worse. She still hasn't recovered if she's in a wheelchair. Why isn't Jaylen keeping an eye on her?'

After leaving Byron's room, Maeve told Alexis about Byron's eye injury. Alexis immediately went to find Byron's doctor, but soon the bodyguard stepped out and said respectfully to Alexis, Madam, Mr. McDaniel invites you in."

Alexis nodded, turning to Maeve to say, "Go back and rest. I'll look into it and contact you soon. Don't worry."

Maeve's gaze softened. "Thank you, Alexis."

Alexis patted her shoulder, asking a nurse to take Maeve back before Alexis walked into the room.

Back in her hospital bed, Maeve took her medicine, but thoughts kept spinning in her mind. Suddenly, she remembered something and reached for the phone to call Jaylen.

A familiar voice, Daryl's, picked up. "Ms. Reese, Mr. Chatterly is still sleeping. If there's anything urgent, you can tell me."

After a pause, Maeve asked, "Daryl, since you've been helping Jaylen, do you know why Byron was hospitalized?"

"I don't know. Mr. McDaniel is also hospitalized?" Daryl tried to brush it off. "I'm still brewing medicine for the boss, so if there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

The phone clicked as he ended the call, leaving Maeve frowning Daryl knew something. And if he did, Jaylen probably did too. But she wondered why they were keeping it from her.

Not wanting to push, Maeve decided to wait for Alexis to tell her the full story.

Later, Alexis sent her a message.

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Alexis texted: [A while ago. Byron had a car accident and hurt his eye. While in the hospital, he got infected with Xasia. It's not serious, but he can't see anymore. The doctor said he should recover in time.]

Maeve calculated the timing of Byron's accident matched when he got sick. No wonder he hadn't contacted her. It wasn't because he wanted to distance himself but because he had no choice. Relief washed over her as she realized his eyes weren't permanently damaged.

Then another message arrived.

Alex said: [ Byron's been in a bad mood because of the illness. Don't take any harsh words to heart. I'll have his grandfather set him straight if he's rude.]

Maeve answered: [No. He didn't do anything wrong. I shouldn't have disturbed him.]

Alexis replied: [Good. Actually, I need a favor. If you're available can you help take care of him?]

Maeve rejected: [But he doesn't want to see me. He just chased me out.]

Alexis insisted: [I don't know him well, but I do know that he's stubborn with people he cares about. The more he likes someone, the more he pushes them away. Try not to listen to his words and watch his actions instead. That's what tells you what he really feels.] Maeve was at a loss. 'Wow, she knows him so well, like any mom would.'

Maeve answered: [Really? I'm a little worried he'll just have the bodyguards toss me out. He almost did it just now.)

Alexis questioned: [But did he actually throw you out?]

Meave: [Well, no.]

Alexis: [See?]

Maeve felt a rush of mixed emotions. Alexis's description of Byron seemed oddly similar to herself. Maeve wondered if she should take the chance.

The worst-case scenario was that Byron would get the bodyguards to throw her out. But if it worked, it might be worth it. The only one problem was how to break past the two bodyguards when she was in a wheelchair.

Maeve pressed her forehead, thinking, until an idea struck her. If she couldn't manage it herself, she could still count on two other "helpers."

That night, her two little ones cleverly distracted the bodyguards while Maeve slipped into Byron's room.

The room was empty, but Maeve heard running water and a sudden crash from the bathroom. Heart pounding, Maeve maneuvered her wheelchair toward the sound, hoping Byron hadn't fallen.

"Byron, are you okay?" Maeve started, but her words faded as she took in the scene.

Byron was half-lying in the tub, eyes still bandaged, his hair covered in foam, water droplets running down his tanned chest. It was an arresting sight.

Hearing Maeve's voice, Byron's hand froze. He scowled. "What are you doing here again?"