Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 207:

When Elyse returned home joyfully, she noticed Jayden in the garden sipping tea. She approached and inquired, “Have you been waiting here for me for a long time?”

Jayden glanced up at her and replied, “No.”

Elyse gave an awkward smile and mentioned, “I’m going to change my clothes.” She then hurried off.

Jayden observed her cautious demeanor, shook his head, and muttered affectionately yet helplessly, “Just like a startled rabbit.”

Once Elyse had changed and come back downstairs, she noticed several servants bustling around with various items. She approached curiously and saw Driscoll directing the servants to tidy up the collection room. All the items being moved belonged to Jayden. She wondered if they were relocating these items.

“Where are all these things being moved to?” she asked with curiosity.

Upon spotting her, Driscoll greeted her warmly. Elyse nodded. Her eyes then sparkled as she spotted her cherished motorcycle. Driscoll watched her as she walked over and caressed the silver motorcycle. He then gently pulled her away and said with a smile, “Mr. Owens’ collections are cleaned here every three months. Since the collection room isn’t opened often, it tends to gather dust.”

Elyse had wanted to touch her silver motorcycle even in her dreams. Now that she finally could, she was reluctant to pull her hand away when Driscoll intervened.

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rabbit. It was so close she could see its fur,

jumped back swiftly,

stumbled and instructed the servant to remove the rabbit quickly. He then explained, “This was a rabbit Mr. Owen once cared for.

scared to death. No wonder the rabbit looks so realistic.

her

vast array of items in the collection room, from antiques like vases and paintings to other peculiar objects that, as Driscoll mentioned, held

a photo frame. In the frame was a picture of Jayden with an unfamiliar man, both with their arms over each other’s shoulders, appearing

closer look at this picture?” she asked the servant

seeing the photo, sighed. “That’s Mr. Owen’s old friend, Louis Walker.

on Jayden. The photo seemed to be from Jayden’s college days. He looked much younger and

at the photo intently. Driscoll noticed her reluctance to part with it and softly

photo with her finger, feeling a

Mrs. Owen, you should focus on the

the collection room entrance in his wheelchair. She realized that all the servants had departed, leaving just

handed the photo frame back to Driscoll without a word, walked over to Jayden, and bowed her head in

his teeth and said, “It turns out you headed to the collection room. I’ve been waiting for you, but

smile. Under Driscoll’s

clung to