Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 638:

Elyse’s reddened eyes welled with fresh tears as she choked out, “That’s not what I meant at all.”

Jayden’s frustration crackled in the air. “Then spit it out! Don’t you think I’m trying? What more do I need to do to make you happy?”

Elyse furrowed her brow, the gesture a desperate plea for understanding. “No, Jayden, that’s not it. You’ve completely misunderstood.”

Jayden snatched his phone from the desk, his jaw clenched. “Misunderstood? I don’t think so. Here I am, rejecting women left and right for you, and you’re still complaining? I have a meeting. You should head home first.”

Panic surged through Elyse as she realized the chasm of miscommunication. She lunged to explain, but Jayden held up a hand, his voice firm. “Go home, Elyse. Rest. Think about what you’ve done wrong. I’ll deal with this when I get home.”

Elyse stood rooted, stunned into silence as Jayden swept past her, leaving her alone in the sterile office. A suffocating despair settled over her as she wandered out of the Bayzee Group building, her steps heavy and directionless.

Back at home, Elyse collapsed onto the bed, burying herself beneath the covers. She gnawed on her finger, her mind a tangled mess. Could it truly be her fault?

Fiona trailed behind Cody, a silent shadow, as they returned to Blue Sea Music Studio. The atmosphere inside was thick with tension, Fiona perched gingerly on the sofa, afraid to break the suffocating silence.

offering one to Fiona. She stared at the glass, the coolness a stark contrast

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silence, Cody spoke, his voice low. “The recent change in your appearance—the manicures,

hesitant pause,

are aware that Jayden is married to Elyse?” Cody’s voice was

offered a small,

gravity of your

words pressing down on her. Finally, she mumbled, her head hung low, “I know. I’m trying to take

exhaled a heavy sigh, the sound laced with disappointment. “Fiona, you’re being incredibly selfish. You have such a promising future ahead of you. Why

along later doesn’t mean I’m not right for him.

anger. “You’re delusional! Are you sure this is love,

lip, stung by his words. “Mr. Tucker, you don’t understand love. How can you say what I feel isn’t real? I’d do anything for Jayden. Isn’t that

gaze softened, replaced by a profound sadness. “Fiona, I had such high hopes for you.” He moved to the window, his posture reflecting a deep well

met you? Such a small girl lost in the joy of the violin playing. There was a genuine happiness

a question that had gnawed at her for years. Squirming in her seat, she blurted