Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 6:

Jayden hadn’t expected her to come, so in a panic, he decided to let himself fall to the floor. Seeing Jayden crash down and struggle to sit up with the help of his wheelchair, Elyse shivered. Was Jayden using the solitude of the study to secretly practice standing?

“What are you doing here?” Jayden asked from the floor, his tone brimming with impatience after several failed attempts to rise.

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Realizing she had stumbled upon the very thing Jayden wished to keep hidden, Elyse was consumed by guilt. “I’m sorry. I just came to tell you to go to bed.”

“It’s unnecessary. Just leave me alone,” he snapped, seemingly wounded in his pride.

Elyse felt the sting of his words. She wanted to offer comfort, but Driscoll had mentioned that Jayden might never stand again. Any attempt to console him now seemed disingenuous. After a moment of silence, she murmured, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.” Then she turned and headed back to her room.

Jayden listened to her footsteps recede and only stood up once he was certain she was gone. Dusting off his legs, he realized he had been too careless. He would have to be more cautious in the future lest she discover his pretense of disability.

Meanwhile, Elyse lay in bed ridden with guilt, unable to sleep. She felt as though she had deeply hurt Jayden.

stairs, she

hospital for checkups. He’s there

me he was going? I could have gone with him,” Elyse

that he can never stand

of sympathy for him. “I have

holding selections for a tour. The selected performers would go on tour. Having cherished playing the violin since childhood, Elyse dreamed of becoming the concertmaster. Determined not to let this chance slip by, she

her office. Noticing the registration form in Elyse’s hand, Rebekah’s eyes filled with disdain. “You’re trying out for

apply,” Elyse replied, nodding while choosing

this year’s selection

I would succeed if my rival were

her remark, she walked straight up to Rebekah and

your way?” Rebekah

violinists and were frequently

Elyse approached elderly but elegant woman who was organizing the registration forms. She handed over her form and said, “Ms. Hopkins, here is

Hopkins instinctively frowned upon seeing the form. “Are you sure you want to participate? You’re not going to ask