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.”

towards the items on the table, Gavin retorted, “Really? Your passion is the same? Then explain the nail polish, nail art rhinestones? Decorations? How do

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“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 said I couldn’t just

scattered all over the table?

It was a better deal,” Fiona responded, her

raised his voice. “Do you not grasp the gravity of this? Your focus on music is slipping. Why the sudden interest in nail

I practice,

moment, Gavin realized Fiona was far from acknowledging her missteps, repeatedly justifying

discourage you. But honestly, your performance in the previous competition

blanched, her lips tight, as

You’re a professional, and Cody Tucker’s apprentice at that. You represent his teaching. Do you think

sharply, “I’ll do better next time. Why can’t you let the past be the past? Or are you just trying to hurt me by bringing it

think that? I’m discussing this for

crowd. She might win first place, but I’m struggling to even make eighth. You clearly don’t like me.

unleashed a torrent of pent-up frustration, reflecting her resentment that had built over

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