Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 785:

Her eyes, too, seemed to mist over from the intensity of her concentration.

Edward diverted his gaze, letting himself sink deeper into the rhythm of the music.

When they concluded their piece, the crowd around them burst into applause. An elderly man with a flushed, red nose stepped forward, placing a hefty bill in Edward’s violin case. His laughter boomed as he turned to Edward. “That was flawless! Are you two together?”

With a shared knowing look, Elyse and Edward burst into laughter. “No, but we’re partners, perfectly in sync.”

His curiosity satisfied, the man’s grin widened. He clapped Edward on the back and continued on his way.

Intrigued by the connection they shared through music, Elyse, her enthusiasm undimmed, proposed, “Shall we play another?”

Edward rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “What are you in the mood to play? I’m fine with anything.”

After a brief pause, Elyse ventured a suggestion. “How about ‘Think of Me’? What do you think?”

Edward’s face lit up with agreement. “That sounds perfect. Let’s dive into it.”

With mutual nods, they resumed their musical endeavor. As they played, delicate snowflakes resumed their dance in the chill air, setting a magical scene for their duet.

performance touched the audience deeply, evoking feelings of yearning, love, and

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air, and several spectators tossed coins into Edward’s violin case, visibly delighting him. After

and slipping them into a wallet, Edward flashed a grin at Elyse. “Looks like I’m treating tonight. Pick anything you

without me;

a gentle objection. “You’ve earned half of this. Join me for dinner,

indecisive. “I’ve really already

another meal. You look like you could use it. You’re all skin and bones!” Edward

ushered into the restaurant somewhat against her will. Once seated,

it over her chair back, and reached for a glass of water from the table, taking a

as he was about to ask Elyse what she felt like eating, he noticed

a few strands rebelliously poking out,

then inadvertently dropped to a red

before returning his attention to the menu.

I’m not picky,” Elyse replied, placing the glass back on

the ice while they

was puzzled—and a bit wary—about why

her eyes, she asked, “Why