Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1289:

Pearce faltered, his words caught somewhere between his thoughts and his tongue. Several times, he opened his mouth as if to speak, only to clamp it shut again. Jayden, ever perceptive, arched an eyebrow. “If you’ve got something brewing up there, just spit it out already.”

Finally, Pearce let out a sigh, meeting Jayden’s gaze with a hint of exasperation.

“Ever consider that you’re seeing Elyse all wrong?” Pearce’s tone was firm. “You think she’s fragile, but maybe she’s anything but. She’s solid, dependable, and more than capable of handling whatever life throws at her.”

Jayden’s brows furrowed, his lips tightening, but he didn’t interrupt.

Pearce’s voice softened slightly. “You’ve gotta stop clinging to the Elyse you’ve imagined. Take a good look at the one in front of you—the one standing tall and handling everything like a pro. She’s far from breakable.”

As he finished, Pearce shifted his gaze back to Jayden, his expression growing increasingly incredulous. The longer he looked, the more convinced he became that Jayden was utterly clueless. How had this man not pieced it together yet? Pearce couldn’t help but wonder—if Jayden couldn’t grasp something this obvious, how on earth had he managed to become so successful?

blissfully unaware of the conversation unfolding between Jayden and Pearce. She was far too

thirty minutes, she had already gathered a small circle of admirers, her charm and confidence weaving an

while now. Do you want to take a breather? The night’s still

far,

lips, a sharp, cutting voice sliced through

late. I hope

is where magic

around them stilled as heads turned, all attention drawn to the older woman who strode toward Elyse with deliberate

of authority, leaning slightly on a cane yet losing none of her regal bearing. Her dark purple dress complemented her gray hair, styled meticulously into an elegant updo. Though her face bore the marks of age, her sharp, piercing eyes suggested a spirit as vibrant and unyielding as ever. It wasn’t difficult to imagine her as a stunning

leaned slightly toward Pearce and