Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1501:

His response came with a sardonic smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Oh, absolutely devastated. Better shower me with sympathy, or I might just break down right here.”noveldrama

The self-mockery in his tone worked its magic, dissipating the awkwardness as conversation gradually rekindled around them.

About twenty minutes later, the door burst open with enough force to make the glasses rattle. Every head in the room snapped toward the sudden intrusion.

Elyse’s startled gasp caught in her throat as she recognized Jayden’s figure in the doorway.

Gone was his usual polished exterior — the man who stood before them was a far cry from the impeccable businessman she knew. His designer suit hung askew, dark patches of sweat staining the fabric. He looked like he’d run through a storm, chest heaving, eyes wild with an almost feverish intensity.

Pearce’s voice cracked through the air as he leaped to his feet. “I didn’t invite you. What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”

But Jayden was blind to everything except Elyse. In three desperate strides, he crossed the room and pulled her into his arms, his embrace fierce and protective. His voice broke with raw emotion as he pleaded, “Who is trying to steal you away from me? Please, explain this to me! If you’re with someone else, what becomes of us?”

Elyse stood frozen in his arms, her mind reeling. Who in the world had fed Jayden this?

Her eyes flicked to Chloe, who remained pointedly silent.

Under Elyse’s scrutiny, Chloe finally looked up with an apologetic grimace. “Ah… slight miscommunication. I might have… jumped to conclusions about you dumping Jayden and, well, told him about it. Though I never expected him to actually storm in here.”

Pearce’s expression soured. “Jayden, sometimes you truly baffle me.”

Jayden glared at him. “You single men wouldn’t understand. Stay out of our business.” His hand found Elyse’s, fingers intertwining possessively as he turned toward the door.

Elyse hesitated, her eyes sweeping across the room. These weren’t just Pearce’s casual acquaintances — they were influential figures in their social circle, people whose goodwill she couldn’t afford to squander.

“Since you’ve made such a dramatic entrance,” she said, softening the moment with a gentle smile, “why not stay and get to know Pearce’s friends?”

Jayden’s frown deepened, his reluctance obvious. The last thing he wanted was to spend his evening with this crowd, but one look at Elyse’s hopeful expression began to crack his resolve.

He settled beside her with fluid grace, their bodies falling into a familiar rhythm born of long companionship.

The room buzzed with oblivious chatter, most guests unaware of the delicate dance between Victor and Elyse. Only later, when Pearce would reveal the truth, would they…

Victor understood how he had painted himself into a corner — proposing marriage as an escape route from his family’s suffocating pressure to settle down.

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