The Heir's Secret Bride

Soon, Marve's face would start rotting and become completely ruined.

Karen was feeling quite pleased with herself, not noticing that Alexis's face har slowly turned grim as Alexis observed her presumptuous attitude.

If Byron and Maeve had already been divorced, Alexis would not have minded anything Karen did.

However, they were not divorced yet, and Karen's eagerness made Alexis feel a bit uncomfortable. When she thought about Betty's words, Alexis could not help but feel suspicious.

She wondered, 'Can I trust Karen's previous comments about Maeve?

Meanwhile, at the Nightfall Manor.

Not long after Maeve fell asleep, Byron slowly opened his eyes and pressed the intercom.

In less than five minutes, Anthony rushed over and checked the wound on Maeve's cheek as Byron had instructed on the phone earlier.

Byron stood at the side with his arms crossed. When he saw that Anthony did not speak for a long time, he frowned. "How is

it

"Not good, Anthony said. "This wound doesn't look like a bacterial infection. It's most likely caused by poison."

"Poison?" Byron's eyes turned cold. "What kind of poison? Can it be cured?"

"I'm afraid it's difficult to determine what kind of polson it is with the naked eye. However, judging from the extent of this lady's wound, she has been poisoned for some time. If it had been discovered a couple of days later, by the time the taxin spread across her entire face, it would lead to disfigurement and be beyond treatment."

Disfigurement.

The moment Byron heard that word, his demeanor shifted dramatically, his striking features now cloaked in a layer of icy frost, cold enough to send shivers down one's spine.

Byron thought of how Maeve was so worried about people seeing her facial wound that she had to cover her face with a veil. An uncontrollable sorge of anger welled up in his chest.

If Maeve were disfigured, she would likely feel even worse and would not want to leave the house at all.

After a moment, Byron composed himself and asked, "Has her body been affected by the poison?"

"This toxin doesn't only target the face; its harm is just not as significant as that on the face, Anthony replied. "Once the toxin is eliminated, her wound will heal naturally." "Just tell the butler whatever you need. Don't worry about the cost or consequences; just focus on curing her," Byron said.

"Alright. Rest assured, Mr. Mcdaniel."

Their voices were deliberately lowered. In addition, since Maeve had spent several sleepless nights in the hospital, she had fallen into a deep sleep as soon as her body relaxed.

b GT.

As a result, she was not disturbed by their voices.

Anthony quickly prepared the ointment and was about to use it when Byron rolled up his sleeves and took the ointment

"You just tell me what to do. I'll handle it. Byron said firmly.

"O-okay," Anthony said.

The topical ointment needed to be applied all over the face. Just as Byron was spreading it over Marve's cheeks, Maeve drowsily opened her eyes.

Feeling something cold on her face, she subconsciously touched

A warm and strong hand grasped her wrist. I've applied medicine on your face. Don't touch it," a voice chided.

Maeve became completely awake. She looked at Byron who was standing by her bed with a clear bowl in hand and asked cunously. "What did you apply to my face?"

"It's an external ointment made by the doctor. Byron sat down on the edge of the bed. As he applied the ointment to Maeve's face, he explained calmly. The bacterial infection in your wound is too serious, so you have to apply the ointment all over your face. Lie down and don't move"

When Maeve heard this, she grabbed the corner of the blanket nervously. "How serious is it? Is it incurable?"

"It's nothing to worry about," Byron said, his expression remaining unchanged. After applying the ointment to her lower face, he got up and laughed at her appearance, which was covered in a pale green ointment. Maeve

looked at him in confusion. "What are you laughing at?"

He teased, "The ointment is the same color as the winter melon you planted on the terrace. It looks stupid."

Maeve was speechless.

She thought angrily, Has Byron never seen a girl put on a facial mask before? How can he call me stupid? "Also, where is the medicine that the hospital prescribed for you? Byron asked again.

Marve took her coat from the side and took out an ointment from the pocket. "Here. Why do you want it?"

"My doctor will prepare a new ointment for you, so don't use the old one anymore," Byron replied.

Macve looked at the bespectacled Anthony beside her and hesitated. "Are the services of your private doctor... expensive?" Byron was taken aback for a second, then he could not help but chuckle. I won't ask for money. How about you compensate me with some home- cooked meals?" "Alright!" Maeve nodded.

Compared to Byron not accepting a single cent from her, Maeve felt that this was more acceptable.

Half an hour later, Maeve went to the bathroom to wipe off the ointment on her face and washed her face.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

She was not sure if it was just her imagination, but the area around the wound on her cheek felt cool and was no longer as itchy and uncomfortable as before.

"There's indeed a reason why private doctors are expensive, Macve thought.

She sighed inwardly. Qutside, Byron handed the ointment to Anthony and asked him to check if the ointment contained

poison

After Anthony left, Maeve came out of the washroom.

She waved her hand domineeringly. "Let's go and see what ingredients your fridge has. I'll make you a feast tonight!"

Byron could not help but laugh.

'She's so easy to coax, he thought.

After half an hour, Maeve's lavish meal was still far from finished, but she had already become chummy with the chefs Byron had poached from upscale, luxurious dining establishments. She was even fed a lot of their homemade snacks.

She was almost full before dinner..

Byron came over and saw this scene. He quietly walked to Maeve's side and asked her, "Do you need help?"

The chefs promptly silenced themselves and returned to their workstations.

Maeve did not hold back and said, "Help me wash and cut those vegetables. I want to use them later."

"Okay," Byron replied calmly. He removed his luxury watch and placed it on the kitchen counter, rolled up his sleeves, and went to wash the vegetables.

Perhaps it was his tall and slender physique that made even the act of washing vegetables appear sophisticated.

It looked as if it were a scene from a supermodel photo shoot.

Maeve looked at Byron's well-defined side profile and felt a little surprised.

She thought Byron was just saying it casually, but she never expected him to actually come and help.

After all, she had seen how much Byron detested doing housework.

Maeve suddenly remembered something

"Byron, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, what is it?" Byron said.

"You can't even differentiate between leek and spring onion but the dishes you make are actually quite delicious. Why is that

so?" she asked.

Byron's lips twitched. Why is she still so hung up over this? he thought.

After the dishes were served, Maeve came out of the kitchen. Unexpectedly, she saw a familiar figure in the dining room. "Alexis?"

Alexis handed the coat to the maid before she glanced at the food in Maeve's hand.

"Do you think that just by catering to my son's appetite, you can wint his heart?" Alexis said indifferently.

And it's only been a little while, yet Byron has already brought her here?' she thought to herself.