Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 182:

As the staff made arrangements, Darren sauntered over to Elyse, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. “So it’s a toss-up, right? Cody Tucker seems to have a soft spot for both Vicky and you.”

Elyse, still reeling with confusion, shook her head. “I’m not sure. My heart’s racing so fast I might just burst,” she replied, her nerves on edge.

Grace chimed in, leaning closer to whisper. “Regardless, Mr. Tucker’s taken notice of you. Talent always wins out in our line of work.”

Bart let out a small sigh. “I really stepped up my game this time, but did Mr. Tucker even notice?”

The collective disappointment hung in the air. Elyse racked her brain for a way to lift their spirits. Just as she was at a loss, she caught Vicky shooting daggers at her with narrowed eyes.

With a furrowed brow, Elyse marched over to Vicky, her tone firm. “Not convinced I’ve made the cut, huh?”

Vicky met her gaze with a smug smirk. “You’ve never had proper training. You’re just lucky. Think I’ll give you the satisfaction of being so cocky?”

Elyse’s anger flared at the jab. “Lucky? Can’t accept that I pose a threat? Fine. I’ll show you just how capable I am. Brace yourself, because if you doubt me, I’ll prove you wrong over and over again. Let’s see who truly has what it takes.”

gaze held a challenge as she asked proudly, “Are you declaring

be the winner,” Elyse shot

stood in a quiet corner locked in a silent battle of wills. Darren, sensing the charged atmosphere, intervened, breaking their standoff. “Everything’s set. Let’s head over there,” he said, whisking Elyse away

throw down,” Darren teased,

silent, her mind consumed by the seriousness of the upcoming selection

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corridor, drawing Elyse’s attention. As he approached, he offered a reassuring smile. “Heard you nailed

comfort faltered when he noticed Elyse’s troubled expression. Richie playfully jolted her shoulders, trying to lighten the mood. “Come on, Elyse, it’s just a

the unexpected touch, her nerves on edge. “I wish I could relax, but this competition has me on edge,” she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. Then a glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes. “If I

Vicky appeared, her demeanor defiant. With arms crossed and chin held high, she issued a challenge. “You think you can beat me? You’ll have to prove it

Elyse, leaving a trail of tension in her wake as she sauntered away. After being knocked

Darren asked

her with concern, noting how unusually serious she seemed. He had intended to

tense as I was earlier. I’m worried