Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 419:

When Elyse spotted Theo, she was certain she had recognized the right person from her position onstage. Indeed, Theo had come to see her performance.

Rushing towards Elyse, Theo clutched a bunch of flowers. Breathing a sigh of relief, he exclaimed, “Thank God you’re still here!”

He handed the flowers to Elyse, complimenting her, “Your performance was flawless. I hope you can make it to your next round.”

Elyse gazed at the flowers, momentarily lost in thought. They were pinkish-purple bluebells, her favorite.

Before their breakup, Elyse had always wished Theo would surprise her with bluebells.

However, when she shared this desire with Theo, he had only laughed. “You, onstage? That’s just a daydream.”

At that time, Elyse couldn’t pinpoint her feelings: she felt a mix of confusion, sadness, and profound disappointment.

Years had passed since then. Reflecting on those times today, Elyse realized she no longer clung to those old dreams.

“Theo, it must be hard for you to remember this,” she said, diverting her gaze and looking up at Theo with a detached expression.

knew that Elyse hadn’t forgotten. She still remembered their shared

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Theo blurted out, “I knew you’d love them! The flowers

I do like them, but I can’t accept

his composure, he said, “I didn’t offer them as your ex-boyfriend, but as an admirer. I love the

lips and said, “Theo, haven’t I made it clear I don’t want you getting

understand. Do you still intend to reject me? I’m just wondering

resignation. “You really should consider other options. I’m not the only one

must she reject him before she could ease her frustration? Theo adjusted his collar,

her words fallen short, causing Theo to misunderstand her

chills down her spine and said, “I hope you understand that my patience is thin. Love doesn’t

managed to ask, “How have I hurt you? Does turning you down mean I’m trampling over your feelings? Theo,

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of control,

into fists, fighting the urge to shake

stormy, his gaze growing wild, which

to flee, but

her