Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1770:

Camille stepped forward, adopting a dramatic pose. “Of course! I was a wellpaid actress hired by Brook. Deceiving you wasn’t just my job—it was my talent and my skill!”

Brook offered Camille an appreciative nod. “Indeed, you have remarkable talent for acting. Study diligently, and next year apply to drama school to refine your abilities.”

Camille returned his smile with a playful salute. “Got it! I’ll follow whatever guidance you give me!”

Jennie stood frozen, disbelief widening her eyes. “You’re in love with me, not Camille?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Brook’s expression softened with surprise. “Did you honestly think I had feelings for Camille? Since you returned, I’ve spent every waking moment by your side. I only popped back to my villa now and then to grab a change of clothes.”

Jennie’s mind raced. “But Corrie told me you cared for Camille.”

Brook reached out to pinch Jennie’s cheek affectionately. “What does Corrie really know? My interest in Camille was just a guise. I never imagined you’d believe her when I’ve been here with you all along.”

nonsense. I’m still too young—how could I be interested in a

mock irritation. “I still

and darted

truth hit Jennie—this entire ruse had been Brook’s

understanding. “You once said no one paid attention to you. Isn’t this entire situation proof

Brook embrace, her heart burning with jealousy. The question tormented her—how could they find love

supposed to be your bride!” she shouted, her composure shattering completely. “You should

happens on

gently stepped back, keeping his voice calm. “I’ve already asked my mother to speak with your parents about canceling our marriage. We should have their response

say? You want to cancel it? No! Absolutely not! I must marry you! I have to marry you!”

finally snapped. “Can you be rational for just one moment? Do you truly want to marry me out of love, or is it only for the power and privilege my family provides? You can’t even say

tore from her throat. “I know exactly what I want! Marrying you guarantees me a good life. Why

forward deliberately, placing herself between Corrie and Brook, her gaze locked on Corrie. “What precisely constitutes this ‘good life’ you speak of? How many