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.”

“Take a seat here. My interview is just about to finish,” Richie ushered her into the room and returned to his host, a camera recording

of the room, 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

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 to be so easily defeated. Noticing the disappointment in his

Richie was

Elyse was unsure. She responded dismissively, “Anything’s fine.

in exasperation.

entered a restaurant and secured a private room. As they did, the glass door swung open, and Theo, accompanied by several men in suits, walked in. Upon seeing each other, both Elyse and Theo looked away, taken aback. Elyse, gazing down at her shoes, suddenly wished to dine elsewhere, but Richie had already placed their order. “Trust me, the food here is top-notch,” Richie assured her, talking nonstop to distract her. Then, without looking at Theo,

tales on

However, Theo leaned against the door with a cigarette hanging from his lips, which was smoked down to half its length—it seemed he had been

his cigarette and tossing it in the trash. His voice tinged with an unwitting hopefulness. “Your

Yet, why should she accept a gift from him? She dismissed him firmly. “Don’t worry about