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.

the yard, their face

and Glenda’s eyes narrowed, fixing on a face that was

a smirk. “Well, well, well, Glenda,” she drawled, her voice tinged with taunting amusement. “Fancy seeing

You’re back!” Glenda exclaimed, her voice trembling with shock as she pointed a finger at Morgan. Her

Morgan. He swore to himself that he would find a way to deal with this

you been longing for my return? Well, your wish has come true.

voice rose in anger. “You’re like a bad penny! Why couldn’t you

on her. Let’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

satisfaction, Morgan said, “The looks on Lanny’s and Glenda’s faces were absolutely priceless. I can’t wait to see what they do

blinked, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Do you have

steely. “Oh, Elyse dear, 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

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

remarked thoughtfully, “The past few days have been unusually cold. We might see snowfall before the week is

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

concern. “The guards at the gates reported that Ms. Tracy Bernard arrived at our doorstep in nothing but a

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

“Elyse, I’m here…”

by the maid. Her face bore the telltale signs of