Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 587:

No sooner had Fiona finished speaking than she noticed several bottles of new nail polish resting unopened on the table.

It seemed that Gavin had spotted them too, the moment he walked in.

Fiona could feel the intensity in Gavin’s gaze, which made her turn her face away in discomfort, unable to meet his eyes.

Gavin fixed his stare on Fiona, tapped on the table, and said with a harsh tone, “Come over here and sit down. We need to talk.”

Fiona was hesitant. She suspected that nothing positive would come from this conversation, and the last thing she wanted was another lecture.

Despite her reluctance, she couldn’t simply dismiss Gavin.

With a sigh, she dragged a chair over and sat down across from him, arms crossed, deliberately avoiding his gaze.

Gavin, clearly annoyed, looked at her and demanded, “What’s been going on with you lately? You seem distracted. You’ve even been neglecting your violin practice.”

Fiona responded dismissively, “I really don’t know what you mean. My passion for the violin hasn’t changed, and I’m not distracted.”

“Really? Your passion is the same? Then explain the nail polish, nail art rhinestones? Decorations? How do you expect to play the

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frowned and reasoned, “I just bought them to take a look. I won’t actually use them. I understand that doing my nails could interfere with

“And that manicure kit scattered all over

deal,” Fiona responded, her voice faltering with the weak

gravity of this? Your focus on music is slipping. Why the sudden interest in nail art

defiance. “I am committed! I practice, don’t I? Is it wrong

realized Fiona was far from acknowledging her missteps, repeatedly

honestly, your performance in the previous competition was subpar. You seemed less like the dedicated professional

her lips tight, as she

stern look, Gavin continued, “If you were merely a hobbyist, I’d leave you be. But you’re not. You’re a professional, and

can’t you let the past be the past? Or are you just trying to hurt

that? I’m discussing this

Really? You only look out for Elyse. She’s everyone’s favorite, and I’m just another face in the crowd. She might win first place, but I’m struggling to even

pent-up frustration, reflecting her resentment that had

you and Irving treat everyone fairly, do you? It’s always Elyse this, Elyse that. I’m just a spare to you.