Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1497:

Pearce looked puzzled. “Hang on, did something go down with Jayden again? Is that why you’re moving?”

Elyse shook her head. “No, it’s not like that. I just want my own space. I don’t actually own any place yet, you know?”

Pearce, ever the generous cousin, threw out an offer nonchalantly. “If it’s about a house, I could buy you a couple.”

Elyse’s response was swift and decisive. “Thanks, but no thanks. I want to make it on my own.”

Victor grinned. “How about this, why not marry me? You’d get all my properties. Heck, I’d even transfer all my assets to you.”

Shocked, Elyse’s fork slipped from her hand and clattered onto her plate with a soft thud.

The private dining room fell into a hushed stillness, every gaze turning toward Victor, each person silently trying to decipher the sincerity behind his words.

After a moment, Pearce broke the silence. With a sharp motion, he pushed back his chair, slamming his palms down on the table. His voice rumbled, “You told me in the corridor you were just making jokes. What’s this now?”

Victor, unfazed, offered a warm smile in Elyse’s direction. “I mean it. Elyse, don’t reconcile with your ex. Be with me. I’ll take better care of you than he ever could.”noveldrama

A few heads turned, the room filled with quiet murmurs as they all tried to gauge just how serious Victor truly was.

Elyse sat in silence for a moment, then spoke softly, almost skeptically. “You must be joking, right?”

One of Pearce’s friends attempted to ease the tension with a chuckle, adding, “Victor must be joking. He’s an eligible bachelor. Why on earth would he be interested in a divorced woman?”

The words cut, though Elyse kept her composure. They were truthful, after all.

However, Victor wasn’t one to back down easily. With a confident yet earnest tone, he pressed on, “Elyse, I’m your cousin’s friend, after all. Marrying me wouldn’t be such a bad idea, don’t you think? Besides, whatever your ex has, I have too. And whatever he could offer you, I can match—if not do better.”

Elyse’s breath hitched slightly, the weight of Victor’s seriousness dawning on her. He didn’t seem to be playing around.

Pearce and the others caught on as well, the tension in the room thickening.

No one quite knew how to respond.

They thought Elyse, after her divorce, would fade into the background—an afterthought. But here was Victor, someone they all thought highly of, showing interest in her.

The question hung heavy in the air: why would Victor choose Elyse? It was bewildering.

Pearce’s expression darkened, his tone taking on a sharper edge. “Victor, seriously? This can’t be real. Elyse is divorced, sure, but she’s decent. If you’re messing with her, you’ll have me to answer to.”

Victor finally turned his gaze to Pearce, his smile never faltering. “Did you know your grandma tried to arrange a marriage between Elyse and—”

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