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.

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low. “The recent change in your appearance—the

a long, hesitant pause, finally nodded.

Jayden is married to Elyse?” Cody’s voice was a quiet

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you understand the gravity

weight of his words pressing down on her. Finally, she

“Fiona, you’re being incredibly selfish. You have such a promising future

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

in anger. “You’re delusional! Are you sure this is love, or are you simply jealous of Elyse, envious of

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

hopes for you.” He moved to the window, his posture reflecting a

when I first met you? Such a small girl lost in the joy of the violin playing. There was a genuine happiness on your face

a question that had gnawed at her for years. Squirming in her seat, she blurted out, “Mr. Tucker, why did you take me on