Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 133:

After arriving home, Richie removed his hat and sunglasses and collapsed onto his bed. He pulled out his phone to review a video he had recorded earlier.

In the video, Elyse was deeply immersed in her violin performance, drawing in passersby who stopped to listen. She seemed like a deity of music, enchanting her audience with a sacred and mysterious allure. Once he had edited the video, he sent it to Cody Tucker, a musician friend currently overseas.

Richie had kept a secret from Elyse. The true music enthusiast in his stories wasn’t a friend but his uncle Cody, a resolute and middle-aged man nearing fifty who remained single, dedicating his life to music. Richie texted Cody with the video, saying, “My new friend who played the violin very well and emotionally.”

Not expecting an immediate response from Cody, Richie set his phone aside and closed his eyes to rest. To his surprise, his phone soon rang. Puzzled, he picked it up and saw the caller ID. It was Cody. Shocked, he answered the call.

“Uncle Cody, what’s wrong?” Richie asked as he answered the phone, his voice filled with confusion.

name of this girl?” Cody

“Is everything okay? You seem really

reverted to his usual reserve and said, “Never mind that.

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interested in a young lady? Was it her violin skills that caught his attention? Feeling

to be chosen, Elyse. Just wait and see,”

his nephew’s limited understanding of music. His patience with Richie was thin. However, when he saw the video’s thumbnail of a girl playing the violin, he felt compelled to

reminded him of someone. Intrigued, he played the video again. As he stared at the

fragile, while Jayden still slept soundly beside her. She looked at him and noticed the bite marks on his neck, her cheeks warming at the memory. Last night, Jayden just wouldn’t quit, no matter how much she begged him. “He was driving me insane,” so

Jayden awoke with a start, feeling the pain, and caught her in the act of seeking

for not satisfying you last night?” he questioned. “Well then, I’ll make it