Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 93:

Unable to maintain her smile any longer, Joanna stood up and left the room. Elyse, looking at Jayden with admiration, remarked, “You’re incredible. You just drove Joanna away with a few words.”

“She’ll be back,” Jayden predicted. As he adjusted his clothes with a calm demeanor, he glanced at Elyse, his look one of disappointment. “You can’t even stand up to Joanna. Could you be weaker?”

Embarrassed, Elyse touched her head. “I wasn’t prepared for her to be so brazen. It took me by surprise. But now I’ve learned. I’ll know how to handle her next time.”

“It’s almost time for afternoon tea,” Jayden noted. “I hope you won’t reflect poorly on me.”

“I won’t,” Elyse declared. She then entered the bathroom to change and reappeared in a silk dress.

The women at the house were supposed to gather in the greenhouse for afternoon tea, but Elyse knew this was less a social event and more a strategic confrontation aimed at her. Bolstering her courage, she walked to the greenhouse in her high heels. On the way, she encountered Joanna, who had also changed and applied a heavy layer of makeup.

Despite her long hair covering most of her face, Elyse noticed that Joanna’s left cheek was noticeably more swollen than the right as she passed by. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Joanna had just left their room. Could someone have slapped her in such a short time? Who could slap a guest?

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to ignore the apparent slap mark and greeted Joanna. “Miss Foster,

an outsider?” Joanna responded, batting her eyelashes in a mix of innocence and allure. “Could you let me

prefers women like me. Would that prompt you to

aback, a flash of

the other ladies were already

and deliberately raised her foot, aiming to trip Elyse and embarrass her in front of the others. Unexpectedly, Elyse didn’t stumble but instead stepped firmly on Joanna’s foot. Wearing high heels, her step caused Joanna intense pain, leaving her unable

commotion, Tess, who was nearby, asked impatiently,

sure,” Elyse responded quickly. “Joanna seems to have sprained her

on me!”

appeared genuinely innocent. Joanna realized she had been set up by

she raised her hand to strike Elyse, the latter dashed toward

hand. She slammed her teacup onto the table and snapped,

her voice filled with aggrievement. By then, Elyse