Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 473:

Elyse tucked into her meal with gusto, shoveling bites down with an urgency that surprised even her. She didn’t care whether Jayden was still like a child or not. The tiny tenant within her most definitely was.

Driscoll, mistaking her ravenous appetite for starvation, fretted, “There’s plenty more. Please, pace yourself.”

Elyse fought down the nausea churning in her stomach, forcing another bite down. A sudden clarity washed over her. Jayden’s opinion was relevant, of course, but it wasn’t the deciding factor. This child, this little miracle blossoming inside her—she wanted it.

Driscoll hesitated. “How will you face Mr. Owen?”

Elyse kept her gaze firmly on her plate. “It depends on his intentions, I suppose. If he wants to be with me, then we will be.”

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“And your intentions?” Driscoll pressed gently.

Her hand stopped. Finally, she met his gaze, confusion clouding her features. “Do my intentions matter? Didn’t you say Jayden controls everything? If you want to know if we have a future, shouldn’t you be asking him?”

of unease crossed

make it snappy.” A rebellious glint sparked in her eyes. Just because Jayden said she couldn’t eat, didn’t mean she wouldn’t. She intended to eat, and eat

Elyse continued eating, but a wave of weakness washed over her. She slumped back in her chair,

reached Jayden’s study

muffled voice. He looked up from his computer screen as Driscoll entered. “What is it? Refusing her

was bringing food to Elyse? As if reading his mind, Jayden scoffed. “If

you don’t truly want

wave of anger washing over him. He’d hoped she’d stay away from that man, yet here she was, the very next day, cavorting with him again. Did she even care about him, her own husband? Did she remember his

even care about me?” he roared, slamming his fist on the

misunderstanding. She isn’t that

“You’re still defending her? She hurt me,

than to argue, Driscoll held his tongue. Just as he was

I’d actually starve her?” His

the study, already picturing a plate piled high with juicy cherries, Elyse’s

later, the fruit arrived. Elyse picked at it, her voice barely a whisper when she spoke, “You mentioned Jayden’s parents

firstborn often shoulders the burden of expectations and becomes