Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 63:

Thanks, Driscoll. I’m sure I’ll nail the selection tomorrow. You all better be there for my debut,” Elyse beamed with pride.

Jayden folded his arms, surprised by her confidence. “You’re really into playing the violin.”

“Yeah, I love it. It’s like a part of me. When I was a kid, my folks wanted me to pick up another instrument, but I refused. They even tried starving me for two days, but I stood my ground.”

“Seriously? They attempted to starve you simply because you wanted to play the violin against their wishes?” Jayden asked, incredulous.

Elyse nodded, feeling a bit weird recalling it. She even suspected that Lanny and Glenda were fearful of recalling someone from their past while she played the violin. This seemed to be the genuine reason for their opposition. She decided not to look into it any more since she believed her conclusions were too bizarre.

After tuning her violin, Elyse stood up, striking a professional pose. “Let the future concertmaster give you a taste of her skills.”

Driscoll and the maids showered her with praise. Though Jayden didn’t show much, he didn’t stop her either. He had never seen her perform, and despite knowing music was her passion, he was curious.

girl transformed into a fierce woman with steely eyes, exuding bravery and determination. It was as real as it could get. Elyse looked and sounded like a true pirate as she played the song, breaking the waves for the Treasure

at galn ovels ;

As her performance ended, Elyse

“Good performance,” Jayden remarked.

blushed, not used to praise from Jayden. “You played amazingly

for greatness tomorrow. We all believe in you,” applauded a

Elyse, boosting her confidence and

off to practice some more in my room.” With her violin in hand, Elyse

some serious talent. It’s like she’s

caught me off guard,” Jayden mused. He thought that if Elyse’s parents had supported her, she could’ve been famous by now, not stuck in a small orchestra struggling

reckoned having a wife who could play the violin wouldn’t be too bad. At least he could enjoy her music when he was bored. He startled himself with his thoughts. He appeared to be

tomorrow’s audition already memorized. But she feared making a mistake or forgetting at the crucial moment, so she practiced,

She answered, greeted by his rant. “Why haven’t you updated me? Have you

then asked, “What happened with Mabel? I was only gone for an