Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 138: Emerging from the second-floor room, Elyse underwent a transformation, slipping into a flowing gown, her makeup meticulously applied, and her hair cascading elegantly around her shoulders. Descending the stairs in her sleek black high heels, she effortlessly captured Jayden's attention. His gaze lingered on her graceful form, a hint of jealousy creeping into his voice as he spoke, “What's with the fancy dress?" Without sparing him a glance, Elyse responded icily, "I have matters to attend to." With that, she brushed past everyone, her demeanor distant and determined as she exited the house. Driscoll couldn't help but sigh inwardly at Elyse's evident anger this time.

Meanwhile, Jayden felt an urge to pursue her and seek clarification but found himself halted by Judy's intervention. His gaze bore an imperceptible hint of hostility as he challenged her, "How dare you try to stop me?" Don't miss fresh updates on galJudy, emboldened by Jayden's previous concern, remained oblivious to the underlying tension in his voice. She calmly explained, "Look at her getting all pretty for her date. It explains her reluctance to dine at home." Despite Jayden's simmering anger, Judy failed to register his displeasure. Instead, she cheerfully suggested, "I'm famished. Let's have dinner first." Meeting her gaze with a glare, Jayden inquired, "Hungry?" "Yes, aren't you?" Judy replied unfazed. Taking charge, Judy maneuvered behind Jayden's wheelchair, guiding him towards the dining room as if assuming the role of the household hostess. She then attended to his needs with care, selecting food for him before gazing upon him with affection.

"Please, you should eat before it gets cold," Judy insisted, her tone laced with concern as Jayden remained impassive, his expression somber as he moved to the elevator.

"Mr. Owen, where are you going?" Judy persisted, grasping the armrest of his wheelchair in an attempt to halt his departure.

Jayden's response was curt and chilly. "Let go," he commanded, his voice devoid of warmth.

Reflecting on the events of the afternoon, Judy couldn't help but believe that Jayden harbored feelings for her. After all, his coldness wasn't exclusive to her; he treated everyone with the sdetachment.

Convinced that Jayden's apparent indifference masked deeper emotions, Judy remained resolute in her belief that he held a special fondness for her. Driscoll escorted her away, Jayden's voice slicing through the tension, his tone commanding as he motioned for Driscoll to intervene.

Driscoll's expression soured at the directive. He harbored no warmth for Judy; in his view, she failed to grasp her place as a maid. Were it not for Jayden's inexplicable leniency, he would have disciplined her long ago. With firm resolve, Driscoll seized Judy, adhering to Jayden's instructions without hesitation.

"Take her back to her quarters. No one is to open the door for her without my permission." "Of course, sir,” Driscoll affirmed before briskly leading Judy away with an authoritative air.

Judy made one last attempt, reaching out for Jayden's arm. But Driscoll intercepted, his grip firm and unyielding, ensuring compliance with Jayden's orders. As Judy found herself being pulled further away from Jayden, confusion and sadness crept into her voice.

"What's happening, Mr. Owen? Why are you treatinglike this all of a sudden? Did I upset you?" she queried, her tone tinged with sorrow and bewilderment.

Jayden remained silent, his gaze fixed ahead, devoid of any acknowledgment towards her. Taking control of the wheelchair, he maneuvered it out of the house, leaving Judy's questions unanswered.

Inside the room, Judy was confronted by Driscoll's chilly demeanor as he locked the door behind her. "Remember, you are just a maid here. Take this tto reflect on your actions," he stated icily.

Indignant, Judy protested, "What did you just say? I'm not a maid. I haven't done anything wrong. Letout. I need to speak with Mr. Owen." Convinced of her own innocence, Judy refused to accept any wrongdoing. She was convinced that she and Jayden were destined to be together, especially considering his seemingly special treatment towards her.

"Jayden cares fordeeply. Can't you see that?" she implored Driscoll, her desperation evident in her pleas. "He treatsbetter than he does Elyse. Letout, Driscoll."

Standing firm at the door, Driscoll listened to Judy's outburst with a sense of confusion. Though Jayden's behavioNtowar wards Judy seemed indulgent, it was clear to Driscoll that Jayden's feelings for her were anything but genuine.

"Perhaps it's tyou seek medical attention, you delusional maid," m Driscoll reiterated, punctuating his words with the reminder of Judy's status as a maid, before departing without a backward glance. Judy's disbelief turned to frantic pounding on the door and desperate shouts, but her pleas fell on deaf ears within the villa. Locked away, she found herself abandoned and ignored by those around her.

Meanwhile, the other servants in the household were taken aback to discover Judy's predicament. Despite her claims of Jayden's favoritism towards her over Elyse, they questioned why Jayden had decided to lock her up. The servants then laughed at Judy's intention of replacing Elyse. In the aftermath of the commotion, Driscoll sought out Jayden only to learn that he had pursued Elyse.

He stood in silence for a moment, a sense of resignation washing over him. "It seems I'm a tad too late. He should have followed her long ago," he murmured, his helplessness palpable.

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