Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 339:

Morgan tenderly touched the violin strings, her eyes reflecting a trace of nostalgia. She queried, “Do you know how to play the violin? May I have the honor to hear you play it for me?”

Immediately, Elyse agreed with a nod, grasping the violin. “What piece would you like? I’m happy to play whatever you choose.”

A title quickly surfaced in Morgan’s mind. “Could you play ‘Nocturnes’?”

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“Of course,” Elyse replied, settling into position and beginning to play the violin.

While Tracy was indulging in her cake, a gentle breeze whisked past, carrying the notes of the music. She shut her eyes briefly as the breeze brushed by, and when she opened them again, she was surprised to find tears rolling down Morgan’s cheeks.

Once the music concluded, Elyse noticed Morgan’s tearstained face and swiftly grabbed a napkin to gently wipe her tears away. Worried, she inquired, “What’s wrong? Why the tears?”

Embarrassed, Morgan accepted the napkin, turned her head away, and patted her eyes dry. “I’m sorry for breaking down. I don’t know why, but the music moved me profoundly.”

be quite stirring,” Elyse remarked, nodding

together and, smiling at Elyse, complimented her. “Your performance was spectacular. Do let me know if you plan any concerts. I’d

fidgeted, looking uncomfortable. “I’ve actually been let go from the orchestra. Organizing

loss. Even for someone like me who isn’t musically inclined, your music is comforting.

I can’t finish it by

of chocolate cake and pairing it

remained still, pressing her hands against her temples, looking visibly uneasy. She couldn’t quite articulate to Elyse what she had experienced. Watching Elyse play, Morgan thought she saw a man standing next to her. His

the man yet felt an eerie familiarity as if he was

made Morgan wince, her heart pounding as if ready to burst. She squatted down, grimacing,

your mom again? I’m not sure how to help. Should I play ‘Nocturnes’ for you? The music might make

emotions, finding it difficult to openly express joy or sadness. As a violinist, my role is to understand these hidden

my life with her. We imagine a future filled with an adorable child. Maybe we need you to babysit our kid. And they will call you

a good

know the location of that

“Jane, Jane, Jane…”