Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband - Chapter 1305

Chapter 1305:

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As Pearce made to leave, a thought seemed to arrest him mid-step. “Jayden, ever ponder this? Elyse had no need to fire that shot.”

Silence fell, heavy and thick, as Jayden struggled to swallow. His throat suddenly dry, the weight of the question hung in the air.

With a soft exhale, Pearce continued, “That day wasn’t just about the two of you. The area was teeming with mercenaries. She could have easily resolved it herself or simply issued a command. And yet, she refrained. Ever wondered why?”

Jayden’s silence stretched on before he finally asked, “Why?”

Pearce yawned, fatigue evident in his posture, and offered a parting thought. “Mull it over. I’ve got my own vendettas with the Owens to settle.”

Rooted to the spot, Jayden remained motionless for an extended period. Driscoll, ever observant, drew near and gently suggested, “Sir, perhaps it’s time to rest. Some riddles are best left unsolved.”

Reflective, Jayden murmured, “I always believed I was Elyse’s shield. Yet now, I suspect she may have been mine all along.”

Puzzled by the remark, Driscoll inquired, “What do you mean?”

With a shake of his head and a reassuring pat on Driscoll’s shoulder, Jayden made his way to his study.

That night, the study became Jayden’s refuge as he eschewed sleep, while Elyse embraced her solitude and slept soundly, unburdened.

Come morning, Elyse greeted the day with zest, savoring her breakfast before stepping into Chloe’s car.

As they settled in, Elyse noticed Chloe stifling a yawn and asked, “Is it really necessary to fetch me every day? Doesn’t it wear you out?”

Chloe, brushing away a stray tear, replied with a weary smile, “It’s simply part of my duties. I’m hardly weary from it.”

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Elyse listened attentively as Chloe outlined the day’s itinerary.

Chloe began, “I’ve shared yesterday’s video, and it’s generating a buzz online. Curiosity about you is mounting. Today’s talk show appearance is crucial to keep that interest alive.”

Elyse nodded, acknowledging the information. “Understood.”

“Remember, it’s a live show,” Chloe continued. “The host will field real-time questions from viewers, which you’ll need to answer on the spot.”

A trace of apprehension flickered across Elyse’s face. “Live? That means I need to be especially sharp, doesn’t it?”

Chloe chuckled reassuringly. “Precisely. But I have no doubts about your performance. There’s absolutely nothing to worry about.”

Elyse’s unease was palpable. “It’s my first live broadcast. I must admit, it’s quite daunting.”

Chloe offered a comforting smile. “Don’t let the nerves get to you. I’ve coordinated with the production team. They’ve agreed to sidestep any delicate topics, and even the audience questions will be pre-screened to ensure you’re not put in a tight spot.”

Reassured, Elyse relaxed and nodded her understanding. They arrived at their destination early. Elyse began her preparations immediately, even though the live segment wasn’t scheduled until the afternoon.

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