Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 457:

Jayden took a sip of his water and casually inquired, “So, you wouldn’t mind marrying Debora?”

A flicker of annoyance crossed Peyton’s face. “Don’t be ridiculous. Marrying an Owen is out of the question. It’s a disaster zone.”

Jayden shot Peyton a sidelong glance. “You can’t stand my family members either. Let’s be honest, the Owens are a mess—dysfunctional and perpetually depressed.”

Peyton slammed his fist on the table, his anger rising. “Then have your child with Elyse and build your own damn family! Leave the Owens in the dust.”

“But our child would be a target,” Jayden countered.

Peyton couldn’t take it anymore. Jayden was being too stubborn. As always, Jayden couldn’t tolerate anything outside his meticulously crafted control.

Peyton took a calming sip of coffee offered by the waiter before returning to the topic. “Enough with the hypotheticals, Jayden. Is Elyse pregnant? Are you pressuring her to terminate?”

Jayden shook his head. “No, she’s not pregnant.”

talk if there’s no baby on the way? Are you losing it?” Peyton’s anger bubbled

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a thought struck Peyton. Normally, Elyse wouldn’t bring up a baby out of the blue. Did

doctor’s intuition, Peyton probed,

usually composed facade crumbled for a rare moment. After a long, tense silence, he finally spoke. “No, she’s not pregnant. But she brought

Bringing a child home is her way of testing the waters, gauging

them. Finally, Jayden spoke, his voice

his hands up in exasperation. “What else would it be? Obviously, she loves you and wants to have

of Elyse loving him so deeply, so much so that she desired a child, was a terrifying revelation. Their busy schedules barely allowed for intimacy, let alone raising a

grappled with the unexpected truth. “But I only want

ask me out for coffee ever again, or I can’t guarantee I won’t slug you myself!” His fists clenched, his anger a potent mix of concern for Elyse and

the right time for a baby. I have

rest of his coffee in one angry gulp. “I’ve had enough of you. Let’s get back to the company.” He shoved his chair back, grabbed the wheelchair handles, and wheeled

outside a blur of speeding vehicles visible through

a car careened out of control, barreling