Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 138:

Emerging from the second-floor room, Elyse underwent a transformation, slipping into a flowing gown, her makeup meticulously applied, and her hair cascading elegantly around her shoulders. Descending the stairs in her sleek black high heels, she effortlessly captured Jayden’s attention. His gaze lingered on her graceful form, a hint of jealousy creeping into his voice as he spoke, “What’s with the fancy dress?”

Without sparing him a glance, Elyse responded icily, “I have matters to attend to.” With that, she brushed past everyone, her demeanor distant and determined as she exited the house. Driscoll couldn’t help but sigh inwardly at Elyse’s evident anger this time.

Meanwhile, Jayden felt an urge to pursue her and seek clarification but found himself halted by Judy’s intervention. His gaze bore an imperceptible hint of hostility as he challenged her, “How dare you try to stop me?”

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Judy, emboldened by Jayden’s previous concern, remained oblivious to the underlying tension in his voice. She calmly explained, “Look at her getting all pretty for her date. It explains her reluctance to dine at home.”

Despite Jayden’s simmering anger, Judy failed to register his displeasure. Instead, she cheerfully suggested, “I’m famished. Let’s have dinner first.”

Meeting her gaze with a glare, Jayden inquired, “Hungry?”

“Yes, aren’t you?” Judy replied unfazed. Taking charge, Judy maneuvered behind Jayden’s wheelchair, guiding him towards the dining room as if assuming the role of the household hostess. She then attended to his needs with care, selecting food for him before gazing upon him with affection.

laced with concern

persisted, grasping the armrest of

was curt and chilly. “Let go,” he commanded, his voice

Judy couldn’t help but believe that Jayden harbored feelings for her. After all, his coldness wasn’t exclusive to

her belief that he held a special fondness for her. Driscoll escorted her away, Jayden’s voice slicing through the tension, his tone commanding as he motioned for

at the directive. He harbored no warmth for Judy; in his view, she failed to grasp her place as a maid. Were it not for Jayden’s inexplicable leniency, he

quarters. No one is to open the door for

before briskly leading

Driscoll intercepted, his grip firm and unyielding, ensuring compliance with Jayden’s orders. As Judy found herself being pulled

all of a sudden? Did I upset you?” she queried,

control of the wheelchair, he maneuvered it out of

by Driscoll’s chilly demeanor as he locked the door behind her. “Remember, you are just a maid here. Take this time to

a maid. I haven’t done anything wrong. Let me out.

wrongdoing. She was convinced that she and Jayden were destined to be together, especially

that?” she implored Driscoll, her desperation evident in her pleas. “He treats me better