Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 231:

Theo was in the midst of overtime work at the company when Elyse’s call came through. Engrossed in reading an important document, he hesitated to answer, not wanting to be interrupted by the phone. Glancing at the caller ID nonchalantly, his anticipation heightened upon seeing it was Elyse. “What could she possibly want?” Theo’s pulse quickened as he picked up his phone. Deliberately allowing it to ring thrice, he finally pressed the answer button slowly. “Why are you calling?” His tone betrayed no emotion.

Meanwhile, Elyse examined the ruby necklace in her hand and inquired casually, “I received a birthday gift. Did you give it to me?”

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Theo was on the verge of confessing that it was indeed from him. Having purchased the ruby necklace at an auction, he had long intended to present it to her. Yet he harbored doubts about her acceptance, hence the delay. Suddenly, it dawned on Theo that she hadn’t called to express gratitude but to ascertain whether it was his gift. Knowing Elyse’s disposition, he speculated that if she learned it was from him, she might return it. He responded, “I don’t know anything about a birthday gift. You must have mistaken.”

Elyse was taken aback. Theo denied any involvement in the gift. As she pondered the possibility further, she heard Theo’s derisive tone. “Why would I give you a birthday gift? Don’t delude yourself.”

Dispelling her doubts, she replied, “You’re right. I must have been mistaken. My apologies for bothering you, Mr. Ward. I gotta go.”

With that, she promptly ended the call. Theo exhaled deeply and tossed the phone back onto the desk. He should have realized he had missed the opportunity to present the gift openly.

self-deprecating smile tugged at his lips. After concluding the call, Elyse placed her phone on the table,

brief rehearsal before proceeding to a concert hall. Boarding the bus en route to the concert hall,

different from ours. It’s a fishtail design. Absolutely

a concertmaster someday,” one

attire in her grasp. Upon hearing the girls’ praises, she cast a scornful glance at

blunder, the girl who spoke awkwardly lowered her head, avoiding Vicky’s gaze. Vicky observed the girl closely. The girl possessed only average talent and would never rival her skill. Vicky wasn’t one to coddle incompetence. With a hint of

but remained silent. However, Vicky noticed her presence. Sneering at Elyse, Vicky taunted, “You’re no different from her. Spare yourself the illusion.

it sound like you’ll surpass me for the rest

the dress in her hand, Vicky replied, “I did

manager approached. Loudly, she commanded, “Put away

her place among the others, stealing a glance at Vicky, who stood proudly

manager advised, “Layer up. The air conditioning is