Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 557:

Jayden’s gaze settled on Lanny, his expression impassive, his silence a veil masking his thoughts.

Lanny struggled to maintain a smile on his face. Despite Jayden’s silence, his presence exuded authority, sending shivers down Lanny’s spine. It wouldn’t have surprised him if Jayden, being the crazy guy he was, threatened his life.

“Leave,” Jayden commanded with a dismissive wave, and the bodyguards surrounding Glenda withdrew.

Caught in a daze of confusion, Glenda remained rooted in place. Was this her freedom?

Lanny echoed her astonishment, his voice trembling. “Are you… letting us go?”

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Jayden’s eyebrow lifted slightly. “Unless you prefer to stay.”

“Of course not! Thank you for your mercy!” Lanny exclaimed, reaching out to grasp Glenda’s hand, and together they left hurriedly.

As they stepped into the yard, a cold wind swept through, causing Glenda, who was dressed thinly, to shiver involuntarily.

The sound of a lighter pierced the quiet yard, its small noise amplified by the stillness. Glenda’s attention was drawn to the sound, her eyes catching a tiny red spark flickering in the air.

was smoking in the yard, their face hidden by swirling

cold wind briefly dispersed the smoke, and Glenda’s eyes narrowed, fixing

Glenda’s presence, lazily exhaled a cloud of smoke, her lips curling into a smirk. “Well, well, well, Glenda,”

exclaimed, her voice trembling with shock as she pointed a finger at

looked at Morgan. He swore to himself that

you been longing for my return? Well,

“You’re like a bad penny! Why couldn’t you have just died out there? Why come back

interrupted sharply, “Don’t waste your breath on her. Let’s go!”

lips. She flicked away her half-smoked cigarette, crushing it under her black

on Lanny’s and Glenda’s faces were

confusion. “Do you

I’ve laid a trap for them. They won’t escape me,” she spoke with chilling resolve, her voice resonating like an omen of doom, her scythe poised to reap Lanny and

her words left Elyse wisely opting for silence,

few days have

stretching out beyond. “When the first snow falls,

arrived at our doorstep in nothing but a thin blouse and bare feet. They’ve brought her inside to warm her

her voice laced with alarm, “What?

“Elyse, I’m here…”

floated into the room as a maid assisted her inside. She shuffled forward, wrapped in a coat given by the maid. Her