Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband - Chapter 1813

Chapter 1813:

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He sniffed at his sleeve, detecting nothing unusual.

Aileen regarded him with quick, assessing glances. “You know something? You possess genuinely attractive features. It’s just those glasses—they somewhat obscure your face.”

Peyton released a dry chuckle. “At last, you’ve noticed my striking good looks.”

“My, aren’t we full of ourselves?” Aileen straightened, shifting positions. “I’m feeling hungry. Would you like something to eat?”

“What did you have in mind?” Peyton inquired.

Aileen’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “My dad’s absent from the house. Care for a drink?”

Peyton arched an eyebrow skeptically. “Drinking during daylight hours? And being secretive about it? Why does your dad impose such strict rules?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” Aileen admitted. “It’s simply this peculiar regulation. Erica always adheres to his wishes and monitors me closely, ensuring I abstain from…”

…alcohol. “I’m an adult now! Yet I’m still restricted to ordering juice or soda when socializing with friends!” Aileen exclaimed.

“Perhaps your dad has valid reasons for discouraging your consumption of alcohol,” Peyton suggested thoughtfully. “Let’s dismiss the idea.”

“Absolutely not! Come on, I’ll take you to my apartment. I’ve cleverly concealed a collection of premium spirits!” Aileen’s face brightened as she seized Peyton’s wrist and pulled him toward the exit.

In the driver’s seat, Peyton stared at her animated expression, bewildered. He hesitated. “Is traveling to your apartment just for a drink truly necessary? Shouldn’t you await your dad’s return? What explanation will I give if he asks where you are?”

Aileen planted her hands on her hips, smiling radiantly. “Just tell him you took me out to have some fun!”

Peyton studied her before exhaling deeply. “Are you really that afraid he’ll discover you’ve consumed alcohol secretly?”

“Don’t you dare tell him!” Aileen warned, her voice rising. “If you refuse to accompany me, I’ll stop spending time with you. I’ll just return to my apartment alone.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically, certain that Peyton’s refusal would give her the perfect excuse to escape. Peyton recognized her transparent strategy. Attempting to evade him? Not today. His curiosity was piqued by what mischief she might instigate after drinking. He ignited the engine and drove straight to her apartment building.

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Once inside, Aileen arranged the drinks, poured herself a generous glass, and downed it in a single swift motion. Peyton, inspecting a bottle, glanced at the alcohol percentage and back at her with widening eyes. “That’s remarkably potent. Did you just drink that straight?”

Aileen giggled softly. “Don’t worry, I can handle strong spirits. This is premium quality. You should sample some!”

Peyton took a measured sip, appreciating the intricate flavor profile. Ten minutes later, Aileen burst from the kitchen, wielding a knife with determination as she marched toward the television. Peyton sprang forward, grasping her arm firmly. “Aileen! Have you lost your mind? That’s electronic equipment!”

“That’s my adversary from a previous existence! A heartless villain! He dared abandon me! I must eliminate him!” she cried.

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