Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 87:

Tracy returned to her parents’ home. Meanwhile, the trip had left Elyse feeling weary. Upon their arrival, Driscoll and the house staff welcomed her and Jayden with open arms. “Welcome back! How was your journey?” Jayden responded with a nod. “That was impressive. I’ve seen a new aspect of someone.”

After a moment, Elyse realized Jayden meant her. She awkwardly touched her nose and chose to remain quiet. She speculated that perhaps Jayden was also quite rebellious in his youth. Driscoll, clueless about the specifics, noted only that Jayden and Elyse appeared closer than before the trip. His heart warmed at the thought, and he began to anticipate the possibility of them having a baby soon.

Something then came to his mind. “We received a package an hour ago from your friend Taylor Norris. Inside was a stylish silver motorcycle intended as a special gift for Elyse. You’ll find it in the garden.”

Confusion marked his face. He was unaware of Elyse’s affinity for motorcycles. Upon hearing about her gift, Elyse’s excitement surged. She burst out, “The motorcycle! My motorcycle! Taylor is such a great guy!”

Yet as she moved to dash toward the garden, Jayden swiftly pulled her back. In a displeased tone, he declared, “The motorcycle has been confiscated and placed in my collection room. You are not allowed to ride it without my permission.” He then pinched her cheek and warned, “Don’t try to outsmart me. If you have the servants watch me while you sneak out to ride, I’ll fire them.”

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sorrow. “But that was

have the right to negotiate on this. If you behave, there won’t be any consequences.” With those words, he maneuvered his wheelchair into

the door. He then turned to Elyse with a look of sympathy.

and she felt powerless to stop him despite her deep affection for it, the motorcycle of her dreams. She offered a bitter smile and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t upset him. But before it

ahead and take your pictures. Afterwards, I’ll have it moved to Mr.

apologetically. “Sorry, I need to move it

the maid wheeled the motorcycle away, she paused at the door of the

want to watch it go,” Elyse murmured, her eyes betraying her reluctance. With a heavy heart, she trailed after

various other items filled the space, each potentially worth as much as an apartment. Yet amidst the opulence, her attention was drawn to a simple pink scarf displayed in a glass cabinet. It seemed out

also part of Jayden’s collection?” she inquired, her curiosity