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.

tucked her pistol back under her skirt and muttered under her breath, “Even now, why are you leading them in this performance? Don’t you see how

no reaction to the interruption, her bow gliding effortlessly across

in sync, their music

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fought down the surge of anger. “Stop! Stop this right now!

heard every word, but her bow never

soared to its crescendo, Rebecca’s control slipped further. Her

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

final notes of La ronde des lutins faded into the tense silence

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

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