Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 136:

Judy was incensed by Driscoll’s audacity, the old butler trying to give her orders as if he were some kind of boss. Who did he think he was? Jayden, the man she was supposed to be serving, never asked her to do anything. Why was this old butler trying to tell her what to do? Who did he think he was, arranging work for her like that?

Observing Judy’s reluctance, Driscoll met her gaze with a steely stare. “Miss Foster, if you don’t want to do this, you’re free to return home. We have no room for servants who don’t pull their weight around here.” His words were cold and calculated.

Stung by his criticism, Judy’s shoulders tensed. “I can do it. When did I ever refuse?” She snatched the broom from him, her grip tight as if to convey her anger through the bristles.

Judy had never in her life done anything as menial as sweeping the floor. Treated like a princess since birth, she had been shielded from anything remotely resembling work; her every whim catered to. Yet here she was, sweeping back and forth. The broom passed over the dust on the floor, but Judy’s heart wasn’t in it.

Driscoll watched Judy’s ineffective sweeping with mounting frustration, his brows knitting into a disapproving scowl. As her attempts to clean continued to fall short, the butler’s patience finally snapped. “If you can’t clean the floor properly, you won’t be eating lunch,” Driscoll declared, his tone firm and unyielding.

Stung by the threat, Judy’s ire flared. “What do you mean? The floor is perfectly clean.”

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Driscoll’s patience had worn thin, his anger simmering just below the surface. “Miss Foster, you should return to your gilded cage. Clearly, you’re not suited to being a servant,” he spat.

to swallow her pride and renewed her efforts,

addressed her with a stern but slightly more gentle tone. “I have other duties to attend to. I expect this floor to be spotless by the time I return. Don’t even think about

nodded in reluctant compliance, her eyes locked on the floor as Driscoll turned and disappeared

the broom and began exploring Jayden’s house, her curiosity piqued by a locked door. What secrets lay

the mysteries behind the locked door, her musings were

are you doing here?” the maid questioned, catching

sweeping the floor.”

door swung open with little resistance, granting her uninhibited access to the private sanctuary of Jayden and Elyse.

climbed onto Jayden’s bed, enjoying its comfort and imagining it being hers soon.

are you?” Driscoll’s voice boomed,

thinking allowed her to escape the bedroom before he arrived. Upon confronting him,

rage palpable as he responded tersely, “Follow me. Mr. Owen wishes to speak with

reason behind this unexpected summons, but Driscoll paid no heed, marching towards

him, her unease mounting with each step. Upon arrival at the study,

at her and cried out, “It’s her! She was trying to get into Mr.