The Heir's Secret Bride



Chapter 401

Maeve almost couldn't hold him. She patted his little butt and told him not to move, in case he fell later.

Theo blushed and said softly, "He hates me, so I won't like him either."

'I, Theo, was a man of integrity. Hmph!'

Maeve didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "How can you tell that your father doesn't like you? He's just not good at expressing himself. He's born with a cold face. He doesn't dislike you."

"He does." It was rare for Theo to be so stubborn.

Maeve did not know what was bothering him. She felt that if this continued, it would not be beneficial to their relationship.

However, this was something that Byron should be worried about. She was not worried about it.

Moreover, she was still angry about what he had done previously.

After dinner, Theo plunged into his room and continued to extract the essence.

Maeve did not let them stay up late, and he still had to go to school during the day. Hence, after so long, Theo had only accumulated half a bottle of medicinal essence.

There was still a long way to go.

Maeve came out of the kitchen and wanted to go to the living room to tutor Will in his homework.

Then, she watched as Will waved his hands and did two assignments at once at an especially fast speed. She was instantly dumbfounded.

Then she picked the homework up and saw that the accuracy was very high.

Maeve was dumbfounded again. 'Will could actually do his homework like this?? Couldn't his brain and hands be tied together?'

"Mom, I'm going to help Theo." Will tidied up his homework and put it back in his bag. He endured his shyness and tiptoed to kiss Maeve on the cheek. "Thank you, Mom, for helping me check my homework."

Maeve's heart softened. Before she could kiss him, he ran away shyly with a red face.

Maeve laughed.

Unlike Theo, that little coquettish sweetheart, Will was reserved and quiet. He kept his emotions to himself and was hardly influenced by the outside world. It was already a great progress that he could take the initiative to give her a kiss now. Seeing that it was about time, Maeve put the soup into the thermos box in the kitchen and went to the hospital to accompany Byron.

She came at the wrong time because Byron was talking to the attending doctor inside.

The attending doctor suggested that he continue to be hospitalized for observation. The measures outside were not as complete as here. If the toxin in his eyes spread again, it could be immediately detected and stopped. Maeve was shocked. 'Poison? Wasn't Byron injured in a car accident? Why was it related to poisoning?"

She lightened her footsteps and leaned her ear against the door to eavesdrop.

Byron did not accept the attending doctor's suggestion. He only said that he knew what he was doing and ordered him to leave.

The attending doctor sighed non-stop and left with the nurses.

After they left, Maeve came out of the corner and entered the ward after a while.

Byron's cold face instantly softened. "You're so early today?"

"...I haven't even said anything yet. How do you know it's me?" Maeve stared at the gauze on his eyes as if she wanted to find out the truth. "Listen to the footsteps."

If it were any other time, Maeve would be surprised to be able to tell this apart. However, she had a lot on her mind tonight and was not very focused.

Sensing her unusual silence, Byron asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine. I just feel a little tired."

"Work, or Will and Theo?"

Maeve glanced at him. "Why aren't you in the options?"

Byron raised his eyebrows. "So it's because of me?"

Maeve wanted to ask him about the poison, but she felt that he would not tell her the truth. Instead, he would use the excuse of punishing her to deliberately divert her attention like last night.

Her heart felt stuffy, and she had an indescribable feeling.

'Even an outsider like Serena knows about his injuries clearly. Only I am kept in the dark. Not only that, the last time he forbids me from entering his ward, he lets Serena in. Is it because I couldn't give him any help, so there is no need to tell me?" Maeve knew that it was wrong of her to think this way, but at this moment, she could not control herself.

While she was distracted, Maeve suddenly felt a warmth on the back of her hand. She looked down and saw that Byron had grabbed her hand and wrapped it around it.

"Maeve." He sighed softly. "I can't see it now. Most of the time, I can't feel your emotional changes in time. I'll only know why you're unhappy if you tell me."

Maeve suddenly felt a lump in her throat and pursed her red lips tightly.

When the blockage in her throat disappeared, she said calmly, "Then I'll be frank. I just heard what you and the doctor said. Your eye injury wasn't caused by a car accident, right?" Byron frowned imperceptibly and did not deny it. "Yes."

"Who poisoned you?" Maeve's bright eyes were blazing with anger. 'Don't let me find out which despicable person it was!"

"No one. I was careless."

"Are you still going to lie to me?" Maeve looked down at his cold face. "Or are you protecting that person?"

Other than that, there was nothing else that could explain why he had gone to so much trouble to hide everything from her.

It was very likely that she knew the person he was covering up for.

Hearing that she was determined to find out everything today, a thought flashed across Byron's mind. He flatly denied her question. "I'm not lying to you. I was indeed careless. It has nothing to do with anyone."

He was the one who had infected the virus.

He was the one who suggested testing the medicine.

He had to protect Maeve.

All of this was his choice. Even Maeve herself had no reason to be responsible for his choice.

She didn't need to know these things. She just needed to stay under his wings and be protected by him.

Maeve felt helpless. "Do you think I'll believe you? Or do you think there's no need for me to know because you think I can't help?"

She was not as helpful to him as Serena.

There was indeed nothing she could do to help him at this time.

However, at least she knew that when something happened, the two of them should share the burden together and not hide it from the other party.

He made her feel that... they were only compatible physically, and their souls were always separated by a layer.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

This was not the type of relationship she wanted.

"Don't look down on yourself. You're helping me by standing here." Byron's fingers gently caressed her palm. His deep voice carried a hint of comfort. "Don't let your imagination run wild. Nothing will happen. Trust me, okay?" Maeve pursed her lips and remained silent.

She wanted to believe him too, but she had been tricked by him so many times.

If she were to believe him again, she would feel like an ignorant young girl.

But when it came to things he didn't want to talk about, she had no way to pry his mouth open.

This gave her a strong sense of disparity.

Maeve pulled her hand out of his, and the low mood inadvertently seeped into her voice a bit. "Recently, I've always had a thought that's getting harder and harder to suppress."

"Yes?"

"I wonder if we're not really suitable for being together, whether it's just dating or taking things further." Confusion clouded Maeve's bright eyes. "I even have a feeling that you and I have never really gotten close. A relationship where only the bodies are close is called bedfellows, not boyfriend and girlfriend."