Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

Chapter 70

What's This In Your Pocket

Elyse was sitting on the bed, hugging her knees and crying. She couldn't understand why Jayden always criticized her. It was Rebekah who had sabotaged her, leading to her illness, yet Jayden called her foolish. She felt victimized.

"Jayden, you jerk!" she cried out. "You've really upset me. I didn't do anything wrong. I don't want to talk to you anymore."

"Really? You don't want to talk to me anymore?"

Startled, Elyse lifted her head from her knees to find Jayden sitting nearby. She wiped away a tear and asked, "How-how did you get in here? I locked the door."

Jayden jangled a set of keys in front of her and replied, "This house is my territory. There's no place I can't access."

Elyse's frustration grew. She felt her privacy was being violated. In a burst of anger, she threw a pillow at him. "You jerk, get out! You are not allowed in my room."

The pillow struck Jayden's face and then dropped to his thighs.

He rubbed his stinging face and tossed the pillow aside, a stern look flashing across his eyes.

He maneuvered his wheelchair closer to her.

Feeling intimidated by Jayden's approach, Elyse remained seated on the bed, shaking. "Don't

come any closer. I haven't forgiven you yet," she stated nervously.

sharply. Elyse gravitated towards him, and

"You... You are..."

becoming quite bold, Elyse. Have I been too lenient with you?" Jayden said through clenched teeth, surprised to encounter a woman who dared

his demeanor, Elyse realized she had indeed grown bolder.

me foolish. I'm not foolish

you not foolish? If you were smarter, you would realize that Rebekah isn't

would go to such lengths? I'm the victim here, yet you blame me!" Elyse cried out, tears welling up again. "Jayden, you're a jerk. I hate

snapped. "Stop

stop. Instead, she continued to cry

feeling overwhelmed, impulsively grasped her chin and kissed

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eyes widened in shock at the boldness of his action, but as the kiss

and submitted to it

dominant, much like

resistance fading. Releasing her, he watched as she slumped into

on her back and spoke in a cold, controlled tone. "Still want

touched her lips, her tongue tingling slightly, saliva lingering at the corners of her mouth. She was

voice faltering as she tried to find the words, her cheeks flushing

calmly, giving her space to

kissed me," Elyse finally said, her face

my wife. Can't I kiss you?"