Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 363:

Raising her hand, Elyse gently traced her fingers over the urns slowly and deliberately, as if trying to connect with her parents’ presence. Tears soon welled up in her eyes and started to stream down her face. Driscoll’s heart ached at the sight, and his eyes reddened.

After gazing at the urns for some time, Elyse managed a smile and said to Jayden, “They didn’t even put names on these. I can’t tell which is my mom’s and which is my dad’s.” Seeing the strained smile on her face, Jayden softly advised, “Don’t force yourself to smile if you don’t feel like it.”

The smile on Elyse’s face stiffened, then slowly faded away, giving way to visible pain and sadness. She wrapped her arms around herself and crouched down, her mouth open as if she was crying out, but no sound came out, only her tears spoke of her deep despair. Unable to bear her silent agony, Jayden stood up subconsciously, then realized his mistake and sat back down quickly. He looked at her with guilt, relieved that she was too engrossed in her grief to notice his abrupt movement.

Elyse, oblivious to his reaction, held the urns tightly and slowly squatted down, her tears falling onto them. Jayden maneuvered his wheelchair to her side and reached out a hand, hesitating to touch her. Suddenly, he felt how inadequate his attempts to comfort her were. Jayden became distracted, silently withdrawing his hand and simply stayed beside her, offering his presence as solace. Even the household staff were tucked away in a corner, watching Elyse with concern.

her eyes again when she saw it was Jayden looking at her with

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“I will get them for you.” Elyse nodded and looked into Jayden’s eyes for a long moment. Then, she whispered softly, “I’m so happy to be your

eyes gently and fell asleep with the urns in her arms. Seeing this, Driscoll carefully removed the urns from her hands and asked with concern, “Sir,

Elyse effortlessly and ascended the stairs. A few steps later, he remembered something and instructed Driscoll, “Please prepare a guest room and place the urns there.” Driscoll nodded and promptly directed the servants

by her side for a

Peyton, who had just finished a night shift, was still sleepy. Answering the phone, he inquired irritably, “Why did you call me?” Just now, Elyse