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.

arrived moments

any bottles, but the

fell across her features,

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

bitter medicine, she

distress like a fine vintage,

musical chime, a toast to their small

evening blossomed into

in the warm blanket of satisfaction and easy conversation, Corrie

atmosphere pressed against her like a physical weight, each burst of laughter another stone on her

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her gut like a knife, their

the pressure

her feet, her chair scraping against the floor like