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

feeling that something was off

a million miles away, and it was clear to him that she was lost in her own world, preoccupied and

it, Irving pulled out his phone and tried calling Elyse. No luck. Several

too early for Elyse

Jayden, only to find his phone turned

going on? Why can’t I reach either of

shutting her eyes and

wearing thin. He frowned and demanded, “Why are you acting like this? We’re talking

are you asking me? If

Irving snapped, grabbing his coat and storming

perplexed, grabbed his jacket and followed suit, driven by

exhaled a long sigh of relief, but the

baby meant

now; her presence felt like a dark shadow in their

part was her own inertia: she hadn’t lifted a finger to aid Elyse. Fiona braced herself

Elyse’s loss seemed advantageous to Fiona in a

conflicted emotions. As she sat

home or the