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.

eat before it gets cold,” Judy insisted, her tone laced with concern as Jayden remained impassive, his expression somber as he

armrest of his wheelchair in

go,” he commanded, his voice devoid

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

in her belief that he held a special fondness for her. Driscoll escorted her away, Jayden’s voice slicing through the

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 would have disciplined

to her quarters. No one is

affirmed before briskly leading Judy away

Jayden’s arm. But Driscoll intercepted, his grip firm and unyielding, ensuring compliance with Jayden’s orders. As

are you treating me like this all of a sudden? Did I

devoid of any acknowledgment towards her. Taking control of the wheelchair, he maneuvered it out

as he locked the door behind her. “Remember, you are just a maid here. Take this time to reflect on your actions,”

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

convinced that she and Jayden were destined to be together, especially considering his seemingly special treatment

Can’t you see that?” she implored Driscoll, her desperation evident in her pleas. “He treats me better than he does Elyse. Let me out,