Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 410:

Fiona’s scream for help pierced through the night air, grating on the drunkard’s ears. He shoved her to the ground, his clumsy hands fumbling at her trousers.

“Help! Somebody help me!” Fiona cried out, fear coursing through her as she struggled desperately.

Suddenly, a wave of despair washed over her. Her exposed skin felt cold against the harsh pavement, and a chilling premonition settled in her gut.

Fiona squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the worst.

An unexpected, high-pitched yelp from the man on top of her shattered the oppressive silence.

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She peeked through one eye to find him hoisted high in the air, dangling like a trussed chicken. The sight was so ludicrous.

Shaking off the initial shock, Fiona scrambled to her feet and pulled her trousers back up. Glowering at the now-pale drunkard, she felt a mix of sha50and anger bubble inside her.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, her voice shaky but resolute. “Would you mind calling the police for me?”

The drunkard’s face drained of color. The weight of his actions hit him hard. He had not meant for things to escalate, just to relieve some tension. Now, the prospect of a police encounter filled him with dread.

Jayden, his face obscured by a mask, quirked an eyebrow. Did this woman think he’d babysit her and deal with the cops?

a swift blow to the back of the man’s neck. The drunkard crumpled to the

hands off in disgust, clearly

I owe you a debt of gratitude. Let me at least—” Fiona trailed off,

as Elyse’s studio mate. He wouldn’t have interfered if

need,” he muttered,

his towering stature and robust build. Despite the mask concealing his face, she couldn’t help but find the man who had come to her aid

in thought, Jayden couldn’t help but think about Elyse, who was still burning the midnight oil at the studio. He’d come to

her voice filled with nervous excitement.

I just helped you out. No big deal. Relax.” Briefly, the

by his blunt rejection, found

go, then raised her hand to her cheek, a

a soft touch, but there was a raw

him again,” she sighed, gazing wistfully at the

the studio, a tired sigh

thanks to

then, the honk of a car

a familiar car parked at the curb. The window

face, and she practically skipped over to the

you,” she chirped sweetly, sliding into the car beside