Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1274:

Then it hit her. As a solo violinist, these opportunities could give her the exposure she needed and help set the stage for future tours.

Jayden sat next to her, watching her expressions shift from thoughtful to playful smiles. He was captivated by this side of her.

Pearce finished preparing for the celebration the next evening and then took his leave.

As Elyse wrapped up her conversation with the agent, she suddenly remembered that Pearce had forgotten to give her the key. She let out a small, embarrassed laugh and said, “I’ll go ask Pearce for the key.”

“Why bother with him?” Jayden cut in.

“I have places in Cambape. You can stay with me.”

Elyse furrowed her brow.

“With you… I…”

Before she could finish, Jayden interrupted her, “Remember your promise? You said you’d talk to me properly, give me a chance. It doesn’t seem like you’re willing to keep that promise.”

Elyse pressed her lips together.

“I won’t go back on my word. I’ll have that conversation with you.”

Jayden stood up.

“Then stay with me. If you’re staying with Pearce, when will we ever talk? Don’t you see what I mean?”

Elyse thought it over and realized he made a good point. She decided to go back with Jayden.

At Jayden’s place, she was surprised to see a familiar face.

“Driscoll!” she exclaimed, surprised.

“Why are you here?”

Driscoll met her gaze, and tears rolled down his cheek. He wiped it away with a shaky hand and sighed with relief.

“We’ve all missed you so much. When we heard you were back, we couldn’t resist asking Mr. Owen to permit us to come and take care of you.”

Elyse tilted her head as she looked at Jayden, her eyes filled with mixed emotions.

“Why are you putting everyone through this?”

Jayden raised an eyebrow.

“I just want to make sure you feel at home.”

The word “home” touched something deep inside Elyse, stirring profound emotions. She held back tears.

“I’ve missed everyone so much,” she said.

“Seeing you, it really feels like I’m home.”noveldrama

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