Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 472:

Driscoll just stood there with a helpless look on his face. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what could have happened between Jayden and Elyse to cause such a terrible fallout.

“Sir,” he spoke up in a bid to ease some of the tension, “I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this. Please listen to what Elyse has to say. Stubbornness isn’t always a good thing.”

“Are you trying to dictate my actions now?” Jayden snapped.

He glared at Driscoll for a brief moment before heading in the direction of his study. Driscoll let out a long sigh. As things stood, it might be much harder for the couple to reconcile this time around. “Should I have dinner served?” he called out in a hurry.

“Dinner? I’m too furious to eat!” With that, Jayden disappeared into his study and slammed the door in his wake.

Once inside, he got up from his wheelchair and strode to the French doors. He pounded his fist against the sill and grunted in frustration. Blinking at his clenched fist, he slowly opened it in a daze. He stared at his open palm, then held it up in the air as if he was reaching for something. This was the very same hand he had used to strangle Elyse.

Jayden’s face twisted at the memory. He pressed his lips into a thin line as a wave of tangled emotions washed over him. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but he had lost control of himself. He had been too angry, too scared… of what, even Jayden himself didn’t know. He clutched at his aching chest and heaved.

plopped down with a heavy sigh. Pain and sorrow

releases

slumped on the floor like a lifeless doll, quiet and unmoving. It was the knocking on her bedroom door that pulled her back to her senses, and even then, she was a little dazed as she stood and went to

face, Driscoll couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion.

him a faint, almost mocking smile. “Didn’t

tray on the table. “Don’t worry about it. I know him well. Despite his tough exterior, he is rather

sat at the table and watched as Driscoll set up the meal. Her movements were sluggish, and her eyes were still slightly glassy. “Why do you say

answer, he suddenly noticed the red marks around Elyse’s neck. “Did he lay a hand on you?” he blurted

to deny it, but her throat was still

much better after a few sips. Driscoll sighed. He had lost count of the number of times he had sighed in the past hour. “Forgive me for saying this. I can never excuse his actions against you just now, but I

at

got to fully express himself, as his thoughts and ideas were always weighed down by his responsibilities. In time, he turned into the emotionless robot he is notoriously known as. And with the Owen family

to be. But I am merely a butler. There is only so much I can do to pull him out of his shell. You, on the other hand, are different. Everyone can see just how special

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