Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 53:

Gazing at Peyton, Jayden couldn’t help but marvel at his acting prowess for the first time. “You should consider a career in acting rather than medicine. It would be a waste of your talent,” Jayden suggested.

Peyton blinked, then smirked, gesturing towards Elyse. Following his gaze, Jayden noticed the concern etched on her face. She feared that without his active cooperation in the massage, he might never regain mobility.

It was the first time Jayden felt the weight of stress after feigning disability for a year. Perhaps moved by Elyse’s anxious expression, he relented. “Fine, let’s head to the study for the massage.”

Elyse nodded eagerly, then inquired, “Why do you always prefer the study? Does it offer you a sense of security?”

Jayden remained silent, while Peyton burst into laughter.

In the study, Peyton settled onto the small sofa and began explaining acupressure points to Elyse. “If you apply pressure to these points properly, Jayden can recover more quickly.”

“Really? That’s wonderful, Dr. Ellis, please teach me!” Elyse exclaimed with excitement.

Jayden couldn’t help but smirk when he heard Peyton’s instructions. He knew Peyton was gearing up to make things difficult for him. Did Elyse truly buy into it?

“Well, if you press here, it stimulates the nerves in his legs,” Peyton guided, indicating a spot on Jayden’s thigh.

to press it, feeling the muscles tighten under her touch. Confused, she

is your escape to

Jayden remained tight-lipped.

a professional stance, Peyton continued, “He can’t feel anything, but stimulating this area

Jayden’s intense gaze, he wondered if Jayden wanted to throttle him. But with

Elyse, unaware of Jayden’s frustration, continued to press the acupoint, oblivious to

long massage. Go

Sensing Jayden’s barely contained hostility, Peyton looked

to massage

Driscoll to prepare some for

to Driscoll. With Elyse gone, Peyton found himself without support. As soon as the door closed, Jayden pounced on

sofa, suppressing his cries of pain to avoid alerting Elyse, who hadn’t gone far. Peyton, itching for punishment,

on, buddy, take it easy. I’m just looking out for you,

was around? Why the sudden cowardice

subdued. “We’re friends. Give me some space. We don’t need to be so chummy,” he

up. “Next time Elyse brings up massage, ignore it. She’s just a naive girl,” he declared, his disdain