Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 66:

Jayden’s face contorted into a sneer. “He would say that, wouldn’t he? How else could he sway you, you gullible girl?” Elyse shot back, visibly upset. “I am not gullible.” “Then why not?” Jayden retorted, giving her a skeptical look. “Are the Fosters really that influential? Does my family actually need to depend on them? The Foster family is in decline. They need my family more than mine needs them.” He gently pinched her cheek, saying, “I won’t divorce you. You’re decent enough, and I think you are great.” Elyse’s face flushed under his scrutiny.

Jayden saw her cheeks redden and mused over her simplicity, how a few words could make her blush. “Go on, entertain yourself. I need to return to studying.” Earlier, he had come out of the study to console her after spotting her sitting in the garden looking distressed. Now he had to go back.

On his way, thoughts of Theo stirred a tightness in his jaw. He had previously disregarded Theo. Now he realized Theo harbored ill intentions and even attempted to stir discord between him and Elyse. It seemed necessary to keep him occupied.

Elyse received the news that she was reinstated into the orchestra. The next morning, she left home to compete for the tour. Upon arrival, she sensed a palpable tension in the air. This atmosphere influenced her as well. After slipping into her training attire, she took out her violin and started practicing.

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here you are able to compete in the selection. Your luck astounds me,” Rebekah approached with her violin, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “But

compares to our daily sessions here? Imagine the embarrassment if you fail.” Elyse fired back, “And what if you fail, Rebekah? After all your daily

you…” Her expression said it all. Elyse, wanting to end

as a threat from the moment she joined the orchestra. Elyse’s presence could potentially hinder her future success. Turning her head, Rebekah noticed a tumbler in Elyse’s bag, a crafty gleam flickering in

middle of the group, her anxiety palpable. To keep her fingers nimble, she continuously moved them. After an hour, it was finally

water, Elyse had since become vigilant. She only consumed what she brought herself. “No thanks, I have my own,” she declined, standing to retrieve her tumbler from her bag. She

Elyse set down her tumbler, they were called to a hall. She joined the group, but halfway there, a sharp pain struck her stomach. Clutching her abdomen, her expression grew grave. Could someone have drugged her water? Her performance was imminent. She bit her lip, reassuring herself that she hadn’t drunk much—just a small sip. It shouldn’t be too severe. She