Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

Chapter 136 Plan On Stealing

Judy was outraged at the audacity of Driscoll, the old butler, trying to give her orders like some kind of boss. Who did he think he was?

Jayden, the man she was supposed to be serving, never asked her to do anything! Why was this old butler trying to tell her what to do? Who did he think he was, arranging work for her like that? Driscoll, observing Judy's reluctance, met her gaze with a steely stare. "Miss Foster, if you don't want to do this, you're free to return home. We have no room for servants who don't pull their weight around here." His words were cold and calculated.

Stung by his criticism, Judy's shoulders tensed. "I can do it. When did I ever refuse?" She snatched the broom from him, her grip tight as if to convey her anger through the bristles. Judy had never in her life done anything as menial as sweeping the floor. Treated like a princess since birth, she had been shielded from anything remotely resembling work, her every whim catered to.

Yet here she was, sweeping back and forth. The broom passed over the dust on the floor, but Judy's heart wasn't in it.

Driscoll watched Judy's ineffective sweeping with mounting frustration, his brows knitting into a disapproving scowl. As her attempts to clean continued to fall short, the butler's patience finally snapped. "If you On Stealing

can't clean the floor properly, you won't be eating lunch!" Driscoll declared, his tone firm and unyielding.

Stung by the threat, Judy's ire flared. "What do you mean? The floor is perfectly clean."

Driscoll's patience had worn thin, his anger simmering just below the surface. "Miss Foster, you

should return to your gilded cage. Clearly, you're not suited to being a servant," he spat.

Judy, seething with rage at the butler's blatant disrespect, forced < herself to swallow her pride and renewed her efforts, sweeping the floor with exaggerated care and precision.

gentle tone. "I have other duties to attend to. I expect this floor to be spotless by the

locked on the floor as Driscoll turned and

left, her compliance

house, her curiosity piqued by a locked door. What

pondered the mysteries behind the locked door, her musings were interrupted by the

you doing here?"

Judy quickly composed herself. "Nothing. I'm just finishing up sweeping the floor." She gestured toward the broom in the corner, hoping

sense of propriety, she deftly extricated herself from the maid's presence and

to her surprise, swung open with little resistance, granting her uninhibited access to the private sanctuary of Jayden and Elyse. Without a second thought,

naughty, she confidently climbed onto Jayden's bed, enjoying its comfort and imagining it

to relish her moment of indulgence,

Foster, where

boomed, his anger palpable

the bedroom before he arrived. Upon confronting him, she donned an act of innocent bewilderment, asking, "What's wrong, Driscoll?

remained impassive, his rage palpable as he responded tersely, "Follow me. Mr.

contorted ever so slightly. She inquired about the reason behind this unexpected summons, but Driscoll paid no

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she was confronted by a familiar

and cried out, "It's her! She was trying to get into Mr. Owen's collection room! She looked at the

maid thought Judy was a