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.”

is the same? Then explain the nail polish, nail art rhinestones? Decorations? How do you expect to play the violin with

Your story hub gⱯlnσν𝒆𝓁s․com

reasoned, “I just bought them to take a look. I won’t actually use them. I understand that doing my nails could interfere with playing the violin, but you never

kit scattered all over the table? Just for looking

a better deal,” Fiona responded,

gravity of this? Your focus on music is slipping. Why the

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

that moment, Gavin realized Fiona was far from acknowledging

discourage you. But honestly, your performance in

her lips tight, as she absorbed his

hobbyist, I’d leave you be. But you’re not. You’re a professional, and Cody Tucker’s apprentice at that. You represent his teaching. Do you think your recent performances reflect

past be the

that? I’m discussing

I’m just another face in the crowd. She might win first place, but I’m

frustration, reflecting her resentment that had built

“You don’t honestly believe you and Irving treat everyone fairly, do you? It’s always Elyse this, Elyse that. I’m just a spare to you. Neither of you truly care