Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

Chapter 181 Last Round Of Competition

Elyse's cheeks warmed at Jayden's words, yet she remained doubtful about the previous night's events. Trying to piece together her memories, she said, "Was it really just a nightmare last night? Bute that man felt so real. I could feel his warmth when he touched me."

Jayden held her close, offering reassurance. "Could it be because I was holding you?"

"Really?" She looked at him, her expression uncertain. Was it all just a dream?

Jayden continued, "You know how secure our house is. It's impossible for a stranger to just

appear here." He gently persuaded her, trying to convince her it was all a dream.

"Today is your big day. Don't let a dream affect your performance," he advised.

Elyse nodded, taking his words to heart. She headed to the competition venue early that morning and noticed Darren and Grace were already there at the entrance.

"Morning. You both got here early," Elyse greeted them, holding her violin case, trying to sound nonchalant.

Grace rubbed her eyes and replied, "I couldn't sleep last night, I was too nervous. So I decided to come here early."

Darren's eyes were also red. He sighed and admitted, "I might be taking this more seriously than you. I couldn't even eat last night."

The three of them exchanged looks and sighed in unison.

selection was to be held, only to find that Vicky and Bart were already there. The arrival of

group as they each tuned their violins,

arrived with the assistant director, Abram Ellsworth, and

several senior leaders and instructor, including

surveyed the group with a solemn gaze, then turned to Abram and declared,

here, let's

expression grave. "Start immediately.

proceed in the reverse order

the selection, making Darren

nerves tingling with hope that he wouldn't

Partitas for Solo Violin,

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his arms and looked on, his expression devoid of any

put immense pressure on the other

pieces flawlessly, their performances not only error-free but

"Please enjoy Viva la Vida," she announced, choosing a piece known for its vibrant and skill-showcasing melody. The atmosphere, once tense like a battlefield, softened significantly, breathing life and

hall.

was completely captivated by her

in the air and the audience was still reflecting on her performance, Vicky stepped onto the stage. Her high heels clicked like those of a noble white swan, and her voice, devoid of emotion, announced, "Please enjoy Sergei Prokofiev's The