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.

was ecstatic. He knew that Elyse hadn’t

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love them! The flowers arrived fresh this morning. They’re at their

smile. “Thank you. I do like them, but I can’t accept

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

haven’t I made

vanished, replaced by a steely look. “I understand. Do you still intend to reject me?

Elyse looked up, her eyes conveying resignation. “You really should consider other options. I’m

did it again. How many times must she reject him before she could ease her frustration? Theo adjusted his collar, trying to regain his composure. “Are

had her words fallen short,

look that sent chills down her spine and said, “I hope you understand that my patience is thin.

you down mean I’m trampling

to

Theo appeared completely out of control, convinced they still

fighting the urge to shake

stormy, his gaze growing wild,

instinct was to flee, but before she could,

face in her neck, inhaling deeply as if