Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1867:

crossfire, Nick mumbled an excuse and slipped away. As he backed off, he collided with someone.

Victor turned, his curiosity piqued by the violin case dangling from Nick’s hand. “Another violinist? The ballroom’s crawling with them tonight. Is this some grand plan you all cooked up?”

Nick’s reply was enigmatic. “Call it a silent pact.”

Victor tilted his head, mulling it over. “How many years does it take to play like Elyse?”

Nick didn’t miss a beat. “Her gift is pure magic. No amount of practice could lift an ordinary soul to her heights.”

Victor rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “So, you reckon I’ve got a spark of talent?”

Nick blinked, caught off guard. “Are you pulling my leg?”

Tracy, after a discreet sweep of the ballroom, glided back into the dressing room. The sight of Elyse in her wedding gown sent a wave of joy crashing over her.

and whispered, “The ballroom’s alive with anticipation—they’re

flushed a soft pink. “It’s odd. I’ve already walked down an aisle once, yet my nerves are

dear, is the real deal!” Her gaze shifted, and she froze as Hardy came into view. “I thought

“Elyse extended an invitation to her wedding, so here

etched across her face. “Since when did you two

is your escape

tossed a playful wink her way. “Truth be told, we unraveled

temper flared. “You sold me

you. The fixation, the venom—it was eating you alive. Couldn’t you feel the weight of it? I saw it plain as day, and I wanted to help

offered a gentle smile and added, “Since you wouldn’t hear me out, I

tender warmth. “It was a blessing he came to me—I was able to put the

softening into a reluctant simmer. “Hmph. I should’ve known it was too perfect—you two

arched a brow, a sly glint in her eye. “Let’s just say a

under the bridge now. I’m glad I didn’t cross a line I couldn’t uncross.” She flicked her wrist to check her watch. “Good heavens, look at the hour! Everyone, to

the delicate hem of her gown and rose gracefully. Attendants swarmed around her like busy bees, fussing over the