Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

Babe, Remove Your Pants.

Jayden struggled with how to comfort her, Driscoll's advice on kisses as a remedy for a weeping woman lingered in his mind.

Doubt clouded Jayden's thoughts. How could kisses assuage anger?

Nevertheless, at that moment, he resolved to attempt it.

He couldn't imagine a more effective way to soothe the enraged Elyse at present.

Meeting Elyse's confused gaze, Jayden kissed her cheek tenderly.

The kisses followed, one after the other.

Initially resistant, Elyse pushed against Jayden's chest, attempting to repel him.

But for Jayden, her resistance was nothing.

Perhaps her defiance irked Jayden, so he responded by biting her tongue.

As the kiss intensified, affectionate murmurs filled the air.

Jayden met Elyse's gaze, seeing desire reflected back at him.

"Don't touch me!" she exclaimed, resisting as Jayden grasped her hand.

Despite her protest, Jayden's hand found its way beneath her blouse.

Elyse in his embrace continued to resist, prompting Jayden to lower his head. He couldn't help but

notice the angry expression on her face, stirring a peculiar emotion within him. He longed to

witness more of her expressions.

"Are you still angry with me?"

Jayden whispered, gently nibbling her earlobe, causing Elyse to tremble.

Elyse attempted to retreat, but Jayden gently pulled her closer.

Blushing, she countered, "I'm not angry!"

Jayden gazed at her in silence. Her eyes brimmed with sadness, yet she insisted she wasn't

upset.

Jayden regretted asking; she would not tell the truth right now.

Cradling her tenderly, Jayden marveled at her softness.

Upon arriving home, the driver exited the car and dismissed the servants, granting the two ample

time and space.

Jayden opened the car door half an hour later. Elyse, clad in disheveled attire with tousled hair, rested against him.

Her complexion seemed flushed and unnatural, her body trembling faintly.

Jayden shielded her and stepped out of the car, feeling satisfied.

'As he emerged from the vehicle, the wheelchair trembled, and Jayden sensed her convulsions. With a compassionate expression, he raised his chin and peered at her. "Are you frightened?" he inquired softly.

Elyse's voice rasped as she averted her gaze, her demeanor subdued.

Jayden reached for her hand, noting her resemblance to a pet rabbit he once

had.

Jayden carried Elyse toward the villa, noting Driscoll and a group of servants at the entrance.

Their calm expressions held no trace of surprise.

"Arrange for some food to be made and sent to my room," Jayden instructed Driscoll.

With a nod, Driscoll led the servants to the kitchen.

Elyse, her voice hoarse, questioned, "It's late. Do you really want to

eat?"

"Your stomach was growling when we made out. I'd rather not hear it again." Jayden's response was blunt.

Biting her lip, Elyse punched him on the chest.

"No more of that. I just want to sleep!" Elyse declared, her irritation evident.

Reflecting on his behavior, Elyse couldn't help but compare Jayden to a persistent canine, always biting when resisted, intensifying the pursuit.

His bite marks adorned her body.

Jayden tenderly guided the woman in his arms, pressed the elevator button, and led her into his

room.

.Elyse had expected Jayden to give her space once inside, but she was taken aback when he directed her straight to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" She nervously clung to the door frame.

Jayden gently freed her fingers from the frame one by one. "Didn't you mention needing a shower after our activities? I'll assist you."

"No!"

With a flushed face, Elyse struggled to break free from Jayden's embrace. However, he swiftly

tore off her blouse, buttons scattering across the floor.

"Stop it!" Elyse covered herself protectively.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Surveying the marks he had left on her, Jayden felt a surge of satisfaction.

Jayden reached for the showerhead, turning on the water.

Trembling, Elyse looked at Jayden in disbelief, lost for words.

"Babe, remove your pants. I'll help you clean up."