Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 139:

Elyse chose a taxi over her car to head to the shopping mall, sending messages to several people, yet all were unavailable—even Tracy couldn’t make time. She meandered down the street engulfed in loneliness. Suddenly, her phone rang. Startled, she answered, and her smile faded as she recognized the voice on the other end.

“Ms. Lloyd, it’s clear you’re disappointed. I saw it. Were you expecting someone else?” Richie’s voice was thick with sarcasm.

Embarrassed, Elyse whispered, “Are you nearby? I didn’t see you.”

Richie snorted, signaling his annoyance, then instructed, “Look up.”

Obediently, Elyse looked up and spotted Richie on the second floor, waving through the glass. Richie invited her up. “My work is wrapping up. I’ll take you to dinner soon.”

is just about to finish,” Richie ushered her into the room and returned to

watching the proceedings and waiting for them to finish. Richies session had concluded. Once the host finished recording some final questions, everyone started to pack up and leave. Richie, preferring not to return to the company, donned

you dine at home? If I hadn’t seen you wandering the streets, where would you have been going?” Last time when Richie encountered Jayden, Elyse, and Judy, he had deduced something was amiss and had spoken up for Elyse. However, he hadn’t expected Elyse

Richie was skeptical of her response. Her sadness was

saw right through it. Elyse was unsure. She responded

rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I’m treating you.

taken aback. Elyse, gazing down

fresh tales

leaned against the door with a cigarette hanging from his lips, which was smoked down to half its length—it seemed he had been there for quite some time. Elyse, repulsed by his presence,

tossing it in the trash. His voice tinged with an unwitting hopefulness. “Your birthday’s coming up. What

her that her birthday was the following week. Yet, why should she accept a gift from him? She dismissed him firmly. “Don’t worry about it, Mr. Ward. Just mind your own