Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1638:

Esteban’s chest tightened with anger, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “Rebecca, are you even human?”

Without a word, Rebecca jabbed the pistol into his back, her smile a sharp curve, as deadly as a viper’s strike. “Less talking. You’ll do as I say. If I told you to die right now, you would die.”

Esteban exhaled sharply, his fists still clenched with impotent rage, and began walking toward the stage. Elyse had already noticed their approach.

She saw the rigid tension in Esteban’s posture, but after a fleeting glance, returned her focus to the violin, the bow dancing with practiced grace across the strings.

“La ronde des lutins!” he called out, and the orchestra, having just finished their previous piece, dove into the frenzied, chaotic notes of Bazzini’s La ronde des lutins.

Rebecca, ignored and bristling with fury, seethed at Elyse’s nonchalance.

and muttered under her breath, “Even now, why are you

reaction to the interruption, her bow gliding effortlessly

sync, their music swelling

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as her words went unanswered. She fought down the surge of anger. “Stop! Stop this right now! You’re

but her bow never

its crescendo, Rebecca’s control

voice raw with fury. “How dare you ignore me? This

of La ronde des lutins faded into the

her violin. She stepped forward to the edge of the stage, her gaze unwavering as it

declared, her voice ringing through the hall, “the real guilt is yours. You abandoned your