The Heir's Secret Bride

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Meave had wanted to bear with it a little longer, thinking she would be fine in a bit. However, the more she endured, the more painful it became. Her pajamas were drenched in sweat in a matter of minutes. Dazed with pain, Maeve suddenly recalled what had happened when she was young.

"It's just a little cold. Why are you making a fuss? Why do you need your father and me when you can recover if you lie in bed? Do you think you're some rich pampered miss?" Valda had said. Maeve had a 39-degree fever then. Valda was focused on playing cards with her friends and could not care less about Marve. She even locked Maeve in the room and did not allow Maeve to come out and disturb her. feeling so bad that she thought she would die.

Maeve had laid under the covers that the memory. Just then, low voice suddenly appeared in her mind. "I thought you'd rather die than ask for help."

Maeve bit her lip and closed her eyes at

Maeve opened I her r eyes and endured the

the pain a as she reached for the phone beside the bed.

At the same time, in a luxurious and elegant private room, the elegant man sitting at the head of the long table saw the call. His thin lips curled up. He answered and asked in a deep voice, "What's up?" "Mr. Mcdaniel..." Maeve was in so much pain that her teeth were chattering and her words were unclear. "My stomach suddenly hurts...

The weakness in her voice made Byron frown slowly. "Where are you?"

"The word exhausted all of Maeve's strength. She fainted from the spasming pain in her tummy.

"Maeve?" When there was no reply after a long time. Byron's expression changed at once.

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Mr. Mcdaniel, why

y aren't you eating? Do you not like the food?" the people around Byron asked carefully.

Byron's eyes darkened. Then, he stood up. "Something urgent just came up. It's my treat tonight. Enjoy your meal."

When Byron finish finished, he strode out of the room.

Archer immediately picked up Byron's windbreaker and followed him. "Mr. Mcdaniel?"

"Contact

the dean of First Hospital and ready a team of doctors and a ward. I'll send Maeve over soon," Byron instructed coldly. and I did I as he was told.

"Yes, sir." Archer took out his phone

The Muse was not far from the Retro Apartment. It was only a ten-minute drive.

Byron walked into the guest bedroom and saw Maeve, who had fainted on the carpet. His pupils shrank at once.

He rushed over and picked her up. He touched her forehead, finding her temperature frighteningly low. His eyes instantly turned dark as he pursed his thin lips.

When they arrived at First Hospital, the doctors who had been waiting for them immediately performed a full-body checkup on Maeve.

With a cold-faced demon king watching from the side, everyone trembled in fear, afraid of making mistakes. They made

sure to perform a thorough examination.

Finally, they reached a conclusion.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, the patient might have eaten something bad that led to an intestinal virus and abdominal pain." The dean. wiped his sweat. "We've already put her on a drip. She'll be fine.

The dean did not expect to ever be frightened by a little illness one day. It was mostly because Byron's expression was so cold and terrifying that he thought the woman had a terminal illness.

Byron thought of Maeve moaning in pain in his arms and frowned. "Can't you relieve her pain?"

The dean said tactfully. "Her's r's abdominal pain is gradually decreasing, so we don't recommend giving her painkillers. It's not good for her body."

Byron nodded slightly. "Got it." it. Thanks"

"You're welcome. It's an honor to serve you. The dean's eyes crinkled with laughter.

The hospital's medical equipment and supplies usually relied on investment from the Mcdaniel Group. Therefore, he was willing to come to treat such a small illness.

Archer waited for the dean to leave before saying, "Mr. Mcdaniel, I'll take care of things here. There's an impromptu meeting...

"Push it to tomorrow," Byron said calmly and walked into the wand.

Archer was stunned. He wondered just who Maeve was to make Byron change his schedule for her.

Maeve had had already woken up in the ward. When she heard the voices, she turned. Her pale face was half buried in the pillow, and her brows were tightly furrowed. Her forehead was covered in sweat. She appeared like a butterfly that was caught in a storm, fragile and powerless. "Mr. Mcdaniel. She blinked her eyes, which were blurred from cold sweat. Her voice was hoarse. "What is wrong with me?"

Byron frowned when he saw her like this. "What rubbish have you been eating? How can you get an intestinal virus infection?" His tone was cold and even a little scary.

Maeve's fingertips curled. She was already ill. She could not take it anymore after being scolded by him. She teared up. "It's not like I was sick on purpose. I couldn't help it."

Seeing Maeve pursing her lips aggrievedly, Byron felt even more depressed. "I saw a drink in your room. Did you drink it before your stomachache?" he asked in a low voice. Maeve tried hard to recall. "I think so. But I didn't only drink that. I also ate hot dogs from a street vendor. It might not be caused by the drink..."

Byron was so angry that he almost snorted when she tried to absolve her beloved drinks. He stated, "You're not allowed to bring such trashy drinks home anymore. Don't let me see you drink them again, or I'll throw you out"

Maeve's eyes widened. "Why? This was just an accident. 1..."

u're not hurting anymore?" Byron looked at her coldly.

Maeve immediately wilted under his intimidation. Unless she were able to produce evidence to prove that she wasn't ill from the drink, she wouldn't be able to convince him.

Seeing that she was finally honest, the coldness in Byron's eyes eased a little. He asked, "Does it still hurt?" OB:18 Sat, Oct 19 1894%

Maeve subconsciously wanted to shake her head, but then she remembered that Byron had rushed back as soon as he received her call. The thought of putting on a brave front disappeared in an instant. She said, "It hurts. I'm still having my period too. My abdomen hurts so much that I'm almost numb." The doctor doesn't recommend painkillers. You've got to bear with it." Byron pursed his lips and then asked, "Let me know if you need anything

After Maeve understood what he meant, she asked tentatively, "Can you bring me a heating pad? It will be much better if my stomach's warm."

Byron hummed coldly and typed on his phone with his long fingers.

Soon. Archer came in with a fully charged heating pack and a hot drink. He put the items down and left.

When Byron was hospitalized previously, Maeve had seen Archer. She thought Archer was Byron's colleague and was there to help, so she did not think too much about it.

Byron picked up the heating pack, lifted the blanket at her waist, and was about to put it on when he saw that her top was rolled up. It revealed her abdomen, showing her flawless skin and cute belly button.

His eyes darkened. He immediately tugged her top down, his fingertips brushing across her stomach as he did so. Her skin. felt unbelievably soft. There was no excess fat on her stomach. It looked slender and flat, but it felt surprisingly good to touch. Sensing something, Maeve sucked in her stomach, her ears turning red.