Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1186:

Continuing unabated, Elyse said, “You were on the brink of attacking me just now, weren’t you? Your reflection in the water gave you away—knife in hand and a lethal glare. It’s fortunate that I can read situations like these instantly.”

Amanda’s eyebrow quirked up. “And what if I was? I was indeed plotting your end. What’s your move? Your words carry no weight.”

As Amanda’s last taunt settled, Elyse effortlessly raised her gun, locking her aim squarely on her.

A crack appeared in Amanda’s composed facade as she cried out, “What are you playing at? Are you really prepared to pull that trigger? Do you truly have the courage?”

Elyse responded with unwavering calm, “The presence of enemy mercenaries indicates we’re on the outskirts of Jayden’s territory, where laws of the land rarely apply. You wouldn’t have dared to threaten me under normal circumstances. Thus, disposing of you here might just solve a few of my problems quite neatly.”

Amanda hadn’t seen it coming—Elyse’s unexpected cleverness. Her face drained of color, and she was momentarily at a loss for words.

Elyse’s finger gave a twitch on the trigger, convincing Amanda that a shot was imminent. In her terror, Amanda whirled to flee, but her foot caught on a slick patch of moss, sending her sprawling to the ground.

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a furrow of her brow, Elyse stowed her gun and strode over to Amanda, only to

herself out by falling? If all mercenaries were like you, they might as well hang up their hats and get a real

actual harm. She pulled out the flare that Jayden had provided and

dead adversary, an unconscious Amanda, and Elyse casually rinsing out some clothes, Jayden’s face curled

spill, and blacked out,” Elyse remarked with a calm

Jayden, a casual gesture. “I had to use one of your bullets—sorry about

took the gun, casting a glance at the dead man nearby, and inquired, “Was this

my aim was true. Louise would have been proud—I nailed him with just one

an eyebrow, a hint of disbelief flickering in his gaze.

“Of course. She claims I have a knack for it, and if I ever get tired of the violin,

at a loss for words. Finally, he managed to say, “You’re good