Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1588:

“Of course you can react,” Brook replied, his voice sharp as winter frost. “But we can also ask you to leave. I’m serious, Corrie. If you don’t want to be here, just go. No one’s forcing you to stay.”

Corrie’s face transformed into a battlefield of emotions before she finally managed to wrestle them into submission.

Elyse, feeding off Corrie’s barely-contained rage like a shark scenting blood, felt her own satisfaction rise.

She caught Camille’s eye as the latter studied the wine list, deliberately pointing to the priciest bottles. “Let’s get these.”

Camille’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Four bottles? Are you sure? That’s a lot of wine.”

Elyse waved off the concern with a dismissive laugh that cut through the air. “Oh, please. Four bottles is nothing.”

Camille, realizing Corrie would be the one hemorrhaging money for their expensive taste, saw no reason to object and placed the order with barely concealed glee.

wine arrived

widened as recognition struck—these weren’t just any bottles, but the crown jewels of the restaurant’s collection, each worth a small

fell across her features, dark thunder

of her own grand proclamation—her insisted generosity—froze the

she swallowed her mounting

savoring Corrie’s distress like a fine vintage, poured Elyse’s glass with

toast to their small

evening blossomed

wrapped in the warm blanket of satisfaction and easy

jovial atmosphere pressed against her like a physical weight, each burst of

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gut like a knife, their happiness a mockery of

last, the

feet, her chair scraping against the floor