Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1838:

Still, Peyton wasn’t about to let her off the hook. She had made her mess, and she would have to own up to it. She had to beg him to stay.

“So, you decided to come after me?” he said coolly, locking his gaze on her. “Weren’t you just throwing a tantrum? And telling me to leave? Now that I’m actually leaving, what’s all this?”

Aileen didn’t respond. He took her silence as admission of guilt and forged ahead. “I’ve been too good to you, and you keep taking me for granted.”

Her quiet stretched longer, but instead of replying, she tightened her grip on him, her arms winding around him like she feared he’d vanish. He couldn’t shake her off.

“Don’t think this changes anything.” Peyton suppressed that fleeting satisfaction and forced his tone to stay icy. “I’m not forgiving you that easily.”

Still, she said nothing. And something in her silence made him uneasy. His hands found her face, tilting it up so he could see her properly. Her eyes were glazed, cheeks flushed with unnatural heat. She was practically burning up.

His stomach dropped. “Were you drugged?”

she swayed toward him. “Peyton, don’t go,” she whispered.

her. Without another thought, he scooped her up, his mind racing. He had to

stood a few feet away, his face twisted in frustration as he

filed the revelation away

weak voice snapped his attention

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he replied, though his own body was burning for an entirely different reason. Her warmth, her scent—it was driving him insane. But taking advantage of her in this state? That was out of the

his neck. “Why not a hotel? Are you really that mad

let out a slow breath. “I want

against his. “But I don’t want to go to the hospital,”

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fevered eyes. She felt awful, and here he

she yanked