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.

in the yard, their face hidden

Glenda’s

presence, lazily exhaled a cloud of smoke, her lips curling into a smirk. “Well, well, well, Glenda,” she drawled, her voice tinged with taunting amusement.

trembling with shock as

looked at Morgan. He swore to himself that

to brighten. “Disappointed to see me, Glenda? Haven’t you been longing for my return? Well,

penny! Why couldn’t you have just died

waste your breath on her. Let’s go!” He gripped Glenda’s wrist and quickly led

sense of disarray. A wicked smile danced on her lips. She flicked away her half-smoked cigarette, crushing it under her black leather boot and brushing off any lingering smoke before casually strolling back

looks on Lanny’s and Glenda’s faces

brow furrowing in confusion. “Do you have

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

with her thirst for vengeance, and her words left Elyse wisely opting for silence, prepared to watch the

“The past few days have been unusually cold. We might see

resting on the wintry landscape stretching out beyond. “When the first snow falls, winter

gates reported that Ms. Tracy Bernard arrived at our doorstep in nothing but a thin blouse

her voice laced with alarm, “What? Where is

“Elyse, I’m here…”

in a coat given by the maid. Her face bore the telltale signs of exhaustion.