Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 615:

Gavin gave Freda a head-to-toe sweep, then flashed his signature charming smile. “That dress looks fantastic on you.”

Freda hadn’t expected a compliment from Gavin, especially after their last unpleasant encounter. “Thanks, yours too,” she replied politely, eager to move on.

But fate, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor. Theo and his date were waltzing further and further away, Freda trailing behind them like a lost satellite.

The final notes of the melody faded, and Theo escorted his dance partner off the dance floor, hand in hand. Freda didn’t get a chance to squeeze through the crowd to speak with him.

She saw clearly the tenderness in Theo’s gaze as it lingered on his dance partner. Every ounce of gentlemanly charm was directed at that girl.

Theo hadn’t even glanced at Freda the entire time. Disappointment gnawed at Freda. They’d been a couple, yet here he was, treating her like a stranger. It felt like their shared history meant nothing to him.

Freda stopped abruptly. She didn’t have the courage to confront Theo. Dejected, she turned and began walking back, but she was interrupted once more by Gavin.

by several women, their faces flushed, eyes sparkling. They chirped like excited birds, all vying for his attention. It seemed they all wanted to dance

anyone fall for such a man? She believed those women were all clueless,

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to make his move. But to her surprise, he politely dismissed all the ladies. He didn’t agree to dance with any of them. Reluctantly, the women dispersed, despite

this must be part

approaching. He took a slow sip of wine, studying her. He found her face a kaleidoscope of emotions, shifting with each passing second. He couldn’t decipher her thoughts, but his gut told him they weren’t

your mind? You look like you’re wrestling with

up to him, feigning curiosity. “How’d you get in? Did your friend bring

an invitation,” he explained. “Why do you

“But you’re just a violinist. Who gives an invitation to

“Miss Jimenez,” he began, “why the prejudice against artists? Or is it just me

stammered, “No, that’s not it! I was just… curious. Can someone

chuckled. “Excuse me for a moment. I’ll be right