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.

breath, “Even

the interruption, her bow gliding effortlessly across the

stayed in sync, their music

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tightened as her words went unanswered. She fought down the surge of anger. “Stop! Stop this right now! You’re making things worse. Can’t you see

heard every word, but her bow never

crescendo, Rebecca’s control slipped further. Her frustration boiled

her voice raw with fury. “How dare

La ronde des lutins faded into the tense silence left by Rebecca’s

stepped forward to the edge of the

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