Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1284:

Jayden chuckled. “I followed your advice, and it really seemed to work.”

Peyton explained, his tone thoughtful, “It’s because you’re gradually opening up to her. She senses that. Since it’s what she’s always wanted, the results are naturally positive.”

Jayden paused, pondering Peyton’s words. “So, this is what it means to open up?”

Peyton didn’t respond immediately, leaving Jayden in quiet contemplation.noveldrama

Unbeknownst to Jayden, Peyton had played a significant role in his growth. Over the years, Peyton had studied psychology on his own, becoming an informal therapist for Jayden, carefully guiding him toward emotional openness. It was no easy feat.

Jayden struggled with understanding emotions and had always approached relationships with a blunt, almost transactional mindset. He either showered others with material gifts or lost control entirely, acting impulsively and without connection to his deeper self.

Elyse, however, was different. She had a vibrant inner world and valued deep, meaningful exchanges in a relationship. Being with her was like trying to offer peaches to someone who truly desired grapes—Jayden had no understanding of what she sought, but he was slowly learning.

The one desiring grapes felt unfulfilled, while the one providing peaches believed he was offering the best he had. What were grapes, anyway? He had never even seen them.

With a deep understanding of both their natures, Peyton patiently guided Jayden, helping him learn how to express his true feelings to Elyse.

Jayden might not fully grasp the significance of his growth, but Elyse certainly would. She was inherently more adept at loving than Jayden, her heart naturally attuned to the complexities of connection and emotion.

Peyton, reflecting on all his unnoticed efforts, felt a twinge of exasperation. “If you and Elyse fix things, you owe me big time,” he remarked. Providing psychological advice to Jayden was no simple task.

But Jayden, uninterested in Peyton’s grumbling, promptly ended the call and began arranging Peyton’s flight.

Ten minutes later, a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Driscoll stepped inside. “Dinner is served. Should I call Elyse to join us?”

Jayden glanced at the time, stood, and responded, “No, I’ll go get her.”

He left his study and headed to the third floor. Upon entering the bedroom, he found Elyse fast asleep, her peaceful expression softening his heart. But dinner was ready, and she needed to wake up.

He approached her gently, lightly shaking her shoulder. “Time for dinner. Driscoll mentioned the chef prepared all your favorites tonight,” he said with a soft smile.

Elyse murmured in a disinterested tone, her eyes barely opening as she tried to sink back into the pillow. “I don’t want dinner. I just want to sleep. I’m exhausted.”

Jayden’s smile turned playful. “If you don’t get up, I might have to wake you up another way.”

Reluctantly, Elyse sat up, her expression annoyed as she glared at him. “Fine,” she muttered, brushing her hair from her face.

.

.

.