Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

Chapter 207 Jayden's Old Friend

When Elyse returned home joyfully, she noticed Jayden in the garden sipping tea. She approached and inquired, "Have you been waiting here for me for a long time?"

Jayden glanced up at her and replied, "No."

Elyse gave an awkward smile and mentioned, "I'm going to change my clothes." She then hurried

off.

Jayden observed her cautious demeanor, shook his head, and muttered affectionately yet helplessly, "Just like a startled rabbit."

Once Elyse had changed and come back downstairs, she noticed several servants bustling around with various items. She approached curiously and saw Driscoll directing the servants to tidy up the collection room.

All the items being moved belonged to Jayden. She wondered if they were relocating these items. "Where are all these things being moved to?" she asked with curiosity.

Upon spotting her, Driscoll greeted her warmly.

Elyse nodded. Her eyes then sparkled as she spotted her cherished motorcycle.

Driscoll watched her as she walked over and caressed the silver motorcycle. He then gently pulled

her away and said with a smile, "Mr. Owen's collections are cleaned here every three months.

Since the collection room isn't opened often, it tends to gather dust."

Elyse had wanted to touch her silver motorcycle even in her dreams. Now that she finally could, she was reluctant to pull her hand away when Driscoll intervened.

was so close she could see its fur, its eyes, and its red pupils staring back at

"ante

back swiftly,

"This was a rabbit Mr. Owen once cared for. After it passed away, he had it preserved and kept here in

almost scared to death. No wonder the rabbit looks

her with a

vast array of items in the collection room, from antiques like vases and paintings to other peculiar objects that, as Driscoll

captured by

picture of Jayden with an unfamiliar man, both

to be

a closer look at this picture?" she asked the servant and quickly approached the

frame.

next

servant handed her

the photo, sighed. "That's Mr. Owen's old friend,

were quite close. Mr. Owen frequently invited him over

"Louis Walker?"

times before

days. He

stared at the photo intently. Driscoll noticed her reluctance to part with it and softly urged, "Perhaps it's time

face in the photo with her finger, feeling a

focus on the present," Driscoll murmured, slightly

at the collection room entrance in his wheelchair. She realized that all