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 by swirling

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

smoke, her lips curling into a smirk. “Well, well, well, Glenda,”

back!” Glenda exclaimed, her voice trembling with shock as she pointed a finger at Morgan. Her emotions were all over

himself that he would find a way to deal with this woman

been longing for my return?

a bad penny! Why couldn’t you have just died out there? Why come

Let’s go!” He gripped Glenda’s wrist and quickly led

smile danced on her lips. She flicked away her

and Glenda’s faces were absolutely priceless. I can’t wait to

furrowing in confusion. “Do you have something planned

she spoke with chilling resolve, her voice resonating like an omen of

words left Elyse wisely opting

remarked thoughtfully, “The past few days

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

at the gates reported that Ms. Tracy Bernard arrived at our doorstep in nothing but a thin blouse and bare feet. They’ve brought her inside

voice laced with alarm, “What? Where

“Elyse, I’m here…”

coat given by the maid.