Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 578:

“Fiona, what’s on your mind? Are you even listening?” Irving was engrossed in his phone, typing furiously, but his eyes flicked up to Fiona now and then, tinged with curiosity and suspicion.

“You’ve been acting strange since you got back from the hospital,” he finally said, his voice laced with curiosity. “Did something happen?”

Fiona, still lost in her thoughts, jolted at Irving’s words and instinctively recoiled, like a cat suddenly startled.

Irving, catching Fiona’s jumpy reaction, raised an eyebrow. “Why are you dodging? I won’t bite.”

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Fiona avoided his gaze, her voice shaky and unconvincing as she said, “I’m not dodging anything. You’re just imagining things.”

Just then, Gavin descended from the second floor, his violin in hand. Noticing Fiona on the couch, he casually asked, “Back from the hospital already? How did Elyse’s checkup go?”

Fiona, fiddling nervously with her hair, replied guiltily, “I… I don’t know. You should ask her yourself.”

Gavin, puzzled and now closer to the couch, pressed on, “Didn’t you take time off to accompany Elyse for her check-up? Didn’t you go with her?”

Fiona had indeed gone, but explaining what had transpired afterward was a different matter entirely.

Gavin, sensing her evasiveness, raised his eyebrows and pressed on, “You didn’t go? What were you doing then?”

head, refusing to spill

the feeling that something was

hours ago, her mind seemed a million miles away, and it was clear to him that she was lost

get to the bottom of it, Irving pulled out his phone and tried

was too

only to find his

at Fiona. “What’s going on? Why can’t

and feigning sleep to escape

acting like this?

me? If you want to know about Elyse, ask her directly!

snapped, grabbing his coat and

perplexed, grabbed his jacket and followed suit, driven by worry for

finally quiet, Fiona exhaled a long sigh of relief, but the weight

had abruptly ended. The baby meant the world to Elyse and Jayden, but strangely, Fiona found a twisted relief in the

now; her presence felt like a dark shadow in

inertia: she hadn’t lifted a finger to

to Fiona in a

unbearable to Fiona as she wrestled with her conflicted emotions. As she sat on the couch,

car, debating their next move. Should they head to Elyse’s home or the hospital?