Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 322:

With a shrug, the man lifted his glass for a sip of whiskey. Then, a thought struck him, and he remarked, “I’m Baxter Cutter. Just call me Cutter, like everyone else does.”

Elyse couldn’t stop herself from throwing up once more. “You really know how to kill the mood,” Baxter commented, his distaste evident. He took another sip of wine and asked, “Isn’t it sad? You were almost free, yet here you are stuck with me on this boat. Don’t you worry you might never see home again?”

Patting her chest, Elyse scoffed, “Almost free? You’ve had your eye on kidnapping me right from the start. Even during the so-called rescue, you knew I wouldn’t be ransomed, didn’t you? This was all part of your plan.”

A spark of amusement lit Baxter’s eyes as he looked at her playfully and inquired, “Oh, so you figured out early on that we had no intention of letting you go?”

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Sarcasm twinkled in Elyse’s gaze as she countered, “While I’m still puzzled why you also had to abduct Mabel, it’s clear you all came out ahead. Didn’t you also con five million dollars from her?”

wagged his finger and corrected her, “You’ve got it wrong. That five million wasn’t conned; it was

to one of seriousness, her voice

chuckled joyously and lifted his glass for another sip. “You don’t need to know who we are just yet. When we reach

and raised it in a mock toast to Elyse. “Welcome to

her lip so hard she didn’t even notice when it started bleeding. Perhaps it was the sheer terror

Elyse, but a commotion at the door interrupted him. His face tensed slightly. Setting

frightened to even glance

the door, he was greeted by the sight of his own men sprawled across the floor while several

clear sign of alarm. Baxter, accustomed to constant threats, immediately understood that these

we sit down and talk this out?