Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 651:

Jayden stood up, retrieved his phone, and gave Tobin some instructions before he and Elyse headed to find Shaun.

Upon entering Shaun’s villa, Elyse immediately sensed a heavy atmosphere. She approached the butler, who looked quite somber, and inquired, “Where is Shaun? I need to see him.”

The butler glanced towards the staircase leading to the second floor and hesitated before responding, “He might not be available right now.”

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Elyse quickly stepped closer to the butler and pressed, “He answered my call earlier. Why can’t I see him now? Does he not want to meet me?”

The butler shook his head, repeatedly opening his mouth to speak but stopping himself each time, clearly hesitant. This made Elyse even more worried. She stamped her foot and demanded, “What happened to him? Tell me quickly.”

Realizing he couldn’t avoid the issue, the butler exhaled deeply and said, “I’ll take you to him.”

Elyse looked at Jayden, and they followed the butler to the second floor. The butler knocked on the door of a room but received no answer. He then cautiously opened the door.

As the door swung open, a pungent smell of alcohol wafted out, causing Elyse to reel back and cover her nose, exclaiming, “It reeks.”

hand in an attempt to clear the air and explained, “I apologize. He made it

completely unlit. The light from the hallway failed to illuminate the

is Shaun doing in

his room. It’s Tracy’s room. Since the accident, he has

butler cast a worried glance toward the inner room and continued, “It’s been nearly half a month. He has been holed up in Tracy’s room, lost in alcohol. We’ve tried to get him

coolly, “Alright, I’ll take care of

hesitated. “Well, perhaps I should stay

no need. Leave. I’ll call you if necessary,” Elyse

of Tracy’s. He hoped Elyse could coax Shaun out

hesitation, Elyse stepped into the room. She reached for the light switches on the wall and flipped

curled up on the bed,

bottle. Looking down, she saw the floor strewn with empty bottles. The butler’s description of Shaun

cleared the bottles away and approached the bedside. She opened the window to let in fresh air and clear the stale

Shaun’s condition, and remarked sarcastically,

unkempt, his complexion pallid, and dark circles marred his eyes. If not for his snoring, she might have thought he was

stains of unknown