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.

smoking in the yard, their face

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

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

as she pointed a finger at Morgan. Her emotions

to himself

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

bad penny! Why couldn’t you

on her. Let’s go!” He gripped Glenda’s

Glenda hurried away, their departing figures radiating a 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

looks on Lanny’s and Glenda’s faces

confusion. “Do you have

them. They won’t escape me,” she spoke with chilling resolve, her voice

left Elyse wisely opting for silence, prepared

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

eyes resting on the wintry landscape stretching out beyond.

guards 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 to warm her

eyes widened in shock, her voice laced with alarm, “What? Where is

“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 face bore the telltale signs of exhaustion. Bruises marred her knees, and there were cuts