The Heir's Secret Bride

She was so humble that she couldn't believe that she was indeed the one who had sent this message.

However, the feedback was silence for days.

Maeve rubbed the corners of her eyes and replied expressionlessly.

The two little ones almost burst into tears when they saw the reply.

Maeve: [get away]

She was so cold that even the form was so casual.

The two children had no idea that their mommy's heart was in a complete mess afterward.

She kept telling herself that he might be drunk and spouting nonsense, so none of these words could be trusted. At the same time, she wanted to trust him again.

At last, she thought of the uniform design and shifted her attention away from it.

Paige had just sent her a photo of the newly-produced school uniform. Maeve checked it and felt that it still needed to be modified.

Time passed by as she worked on it.

"Damn! He missed me, and so what? None of my business!" Maeye threw the pen aside and fell back onto the sofa. "Stop thinking about him."

Affected by the message from "Byron", she could not calm down

Seeing the good weather outside the window, she decided to go downstairs to bask in the sun.

The two little ones went to kindergarten, so it was the nurse who took her out in a wheelchair.

Maeve quietly closed her eyes, trying to dispel the mess in her mind. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in his ear. "Maeve? How come you're in the hospital?"

Alexis was shocked. When she saw Maeve sitting in the wheelchair, she was even more startled. "What's wrong legs? Are you feeling unwell?"

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Facing Alexis's concern, Maeve was a little uncomfortable as she explained softly, "I was sick a while ago and haven't recovered yet, so I need to sit in a wheelchair for the time being. Alexis looked quite caring. "What illness? Is it serious? Do you need me to..."

"It's just a cold. I'm fine now." Maeve smiled and said, "Thanks for your concern."

Alexis heaved a sigh of relief, but her eyes were filled with sorrow. "Kleymond's influenza has indeed been very serious recently. Byron was infected. And you also."

Maeve's smile froze. "What's wrong with Byron?"

"You don't know? But you guys are together every day. He's also hospitalized." Alexis looked at her in surprise.

"I... don't know." Maeve was stunned. "I haven't seen him for many days and he didn't tell me about this."

Alexis was worried. 'Did you quarrel?'

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She comforted Maeve. "Byron probably just didn't want to keep you worried He's seriously ill this time. He's been unconscious for a few days and hasn't woken up. I heard that he hadn't gone to the company recently, so I asked Archer. Then I knew it. And he..." Alexis's voice gradually blurred in Maeve's ears. Her fingertips gripped the armrest of the wheelchair tightly, and her gaze changed from shock, then to confusion, and, at last to horror.

When Xasia broke out in Kleymond. Jaylen said that there were already more than a hundred cases when it was controlled Then Byron was really probably infected.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, could you bring me to see Byron?" Maeve asked Alexis anxiously.

"Just call me Alexis. Considering your relationship with Byron, you don't have to be so courteous," Alexis said. "Let me take you there."Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Thank you." Maeve clenched her fists as her heart raced.

Xasia was different from the mutant variant and was less dangerous than the latter. Moreover, there was an antidote to it. The infected would be fine as long as they took the medicine within 24 hours. However, Alexis said that Byron had been in a coma for a few days. This was not the symptom of being infected with the X-virus. Or he was infected by the mutant variant just like her.

Maeve's mind flashed back to the isolation area in the ward. 'So the patient opposite was Byron?' Maeve felt her heart twisted in pain. So that dream is true? He might have been infected by me at that time.' No wonder she felt that the touch was so real. It didn't feel like a dream at all.

The elevator went straight to the top floor. When Maeve was pushed before Byron's ward, she realized that her ward was just next door. They were separated by a wall, but she had never noticed it at all. The bodyguard at the door greeted Alexis respectfully, indicating that he had to go in and ask for instructions.

"Byron is awake?" Alexis was overjoyed.

"Mr. Mcdaniel just woke up. The doctor said he needs rest." After the bodyguard answered, he pushed the door open and entered the ward.

In less than two minutes, the bodyguard came out and said apologetically to Alexis, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Mcdaniel. Mr. Mcdaniel doesn't want to see anyone for the time being."

"Why?" Alexis asked in confusion. "Didn't you tell him Maeve came to see him?"

It was understandable that Byron did not want to see his mother but it didn't make any sense he refused to see Maeve.

The bodyguard looked conflicted. "I did, but this was Mr. Mcdaniel's order."

As soon as he said this, Maeve took a deep breath. "Please tell him that we won't disturb his rest. We'll just take a look at him and leave, okay?"

The bodyguard had no choice but to go in and pass the message

However, the feedback this time was still the same.

Maeve and Alexis exchanged their looks naturally. Even if they were once incompatible, at this moment, somehow they instantly understood each other's thoughts. Alexis let go of Maeve's wheelchair handle and slapped the bodyguards.

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"Hurry up. I'll stop them here. They won't dare to do anything" Alexis urged.

"Thank you, Alexis," Maeve said gratefully and pushed the door open without delay.

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The bodyguards had scruples about Alexis's identity and did not dare to resist at all. They could only watch as Maeve entered.

The ward was so quiet and the rolling sound of the wheelchair was amplified infinitely.

The man sitting on the bed seemed to have heard something and turned his head. His hair was resting on the top of his eyebrows, making him look a little lazy and casual.

But further down, his eyes were covered with gauze. The remaining half of his face looked pale and sickly.

Maeve's eyes widened as she stared at the gauze on Byron's eyes in disbelief.

When he heard someone enter, Byron thought that the doctor had returned. "Did you leave something?"

But there was no answer for a long time. Only the sound of the wheelchair was getting closer and closer.

Byron frowned and his expression instantly turned cold. "Maever"

"What happened to your eyes?" Maeve's voice trembled slightly.

"Who let you come in?" Byron did not answer her question. His tone was unprecedentedly cold. "Get out. Don't make me repeat..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly stopped. He could clearly feel Maeve's cold and soft hands cupping his face, carefully trying to touch his eyes. UB