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.

padded over to the sofa and plopped down with a heavy sigh. Pain and sorrow marred his

releases

the dot. Elyse was 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

feel a pang of emotion. “Are you all right? I brought

him a faint, almost mocking smile. “Didn’t he forbid me from eating?

know him well. Despite his tough exterior, he is rather softhearted. He would never let you go hungry, he

table and watched as Driscoll set up the meal. Her movements were sluggish,

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

face turning pink in a mix of lingering fear and embarrassment. She tried to deny it, but her throat was still hurting, and all that came out was a series of violent coughs. Driscoll hurriedly poured her a glass of water. “Here, drink this to

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

looked up at him

a child. He never got the chance to experience his childhood like most normal kids did. He never 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 mantra asserting that profit is above all, well, everything molded him into the man that he

heartless man that the public paints him 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 you are to him. It’s such a shame that

mean by that?”