The Heir's Secret Bride novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192 

Maeve wanted to stop him, but she gave up her intention as she was worried that doing so would make Byron suspicious. However, if she did nothing, Harold might come and the truth would be exposed. Maeve was caught in a dilemma, Cold sweat seeped out of his forehead. 

For a moment, she even wanted to let him know. At most, they would get a divorce and the child would belong to her. But in the end, she held back that thought. 

At that moment, Maeve saw something in the kitchen. A white light suddenly flashed across her sight. Byron returned after the call. When he saw that Maeve was still busy in the kitchen, he slowly frowned. 

“If you’re not feeling well, go outside and wait. Someone will bring food over later,” he offered. 

“Did you call Dr. Foster?” Maeve asked. 

“Yeah,” Byron replied. 

Maeve forced a smile. Tm much better now. It’s not good to trouble Doctor Chen to make a trip so late at night,” she uttered. 

Byron looked a little pale, “If you had taken healthy diets on time every day, you wouldn’t have to go through this trouble” Maeve choked on his words. She did not say anything else and walked towards the living room. Half an hour later, Harold arrived with his medical kit. 

“Mr. Mcdaniel. There was a traffic jam on the way. I am sorry for being late,” Harold uttered. 

Byron nodded slightly. “Please, take a look at her. Her stomach disease might have worsened, he asked. 

“Alright, Harold replied as he walked forward and started examining Maeve. “Ms. Reese, please extend your hand,” he said. 

Hearing that, Maeve’s heart skipped a beat. She secretly clenched her sleeves. 

She looked at Byron, who was standing beside her, and hesitantly placed her hand on Harold’s small pillow. Harold examined her pulse for a moment, and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes. 

Harold retracted his hand and took her pulse again. Then, he started again. Byron frowned even more and asked in a low voice, “How is it?” 

Harold kept his silence. It took a long time before he finally replied, “Ms. Reese’s pulse is a little complicated. I can’t find any problems at the moment.” 

Maeve quietly heaved a sigh of relief. Her fingers were gripping her sleeves so tightly till they had turned white. 

She looked at Harold and noticed his suspicious expression. “Is it because I just vomited and my pulse weak? Your medical skills are brilliant. How can you not find anything?” She deliberately said. 

Harold immediately went down the stairs. “That might be the reason. I can only trouble Ms. Reese to describe her curre physical condition,” he explained. 

Maeve’s eyes flickered. She could not eat those medicinal cuisines again, let alone take medicine casually. 

After thinking about it, Maeve hid part of his illness and told Harold that she was very sensitive to the smell of medicinal herbs. Every time she ate medicinal cuisine, her nausea would increase. 

Hearing that, Byron glanced at her. “Isn’t it because I’m angry?” He asked. 

Chapter 192 

Maeve smiled awkwardly and said, “That’s also the reason, but is is the main reason.” 

“Your condition is relatively rare,” Harold said. “If the medicinal cuisine will have the opposite effect on your condition, then I suggest that you prioritize food supplements. Although the effect will be slow, it’s more ideal for your recovery,” he continued. 

“Thank you, Dr. Foster.” Marve thanked him softly. 

At that moment, the huge rock that was pounding on her heart was completely relieved. Harold gave ten prescriptions for her supplements and left. When he reached the apartment door, Byron called out to him from behind. 

“Mr. Mcdaniel, is there anything else?” Harold asked. 

Byron thought for a moment and asked in a low voice, “Is Maeve pregnant?” 

Harold thought of Maeve’s pulse and said honestly, “Ms. Reese’s pulse is very weak. It’s mainly because of her stomach disease. I don’t think it has anything to do with pregnancy 

It was rare for a weak pulse to disappear. However, Maeve seemed to be fine, which was even more puzzling. Therefore, Harold would not say it out loud if he was not confident.