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.”

ᗰσ𝓇𝑒 υ𝐩𝓭𝑎𝓉𝑒𝓈 ι𝐧 ɢ𝒶𝐥𝓷𝑜𝐯𝑒𝓁𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂

held his hand, speaking with a hint of sorrow. “But that was my gift from Taylor.

pulled his hand away. “It’s not up for discussion. You don’t 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 study. Before shutting the door, he instructed Driscoll, “Make some coffee for

as Jayden closed the door. He then turned to Elyse with a look of sympathy. “Forget it. It’s best

He was intent on seizing her motorcycle, 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 goes into the darkness, could I take

pictures. Afterwards, I’ll have it moved to Mr. Owen’s collection room.” With a heavy heart, Elyse walked to the

motorcycle, a maid approached apologetically. “Sorry, I need to move it to Mr. Owen’s collection room now.” Elyse caressed the motorcycle gently and gave her assent.

at the door of the collection room

eyes betraying her reluctance. With a heavy heart, she trailed after the maid into the collection room, where a plethora of treasures

drawn to a simple pink scarf displayed in a glass cabinet. It seemed out of place among the lavish items,

Jayden’s collection?”