Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

He Had No Shortage Of Suitors

Tracy returned to her parents' home.

Meanwhile, the trip had left Elyse feeling weary. Upon their arrival, Driscoll and the house staff welcomed her and Jayden with open arms. "Welcome back! How was your journey?" Jayden responded with a nod. "That was impressive. I've seen a new aspect of someone." After a moment, Elyse realized Jayden meant her. She awkwardly touched her nose and chose to remain quiet. She speculated that perhaps Jayden was also quite rebellious in his youth! Driscoll, clueless about the specifics, noted only that Jayden and Elyse appeared closer than before the trip. His heart warmed at the thought, and he began to anticipate the possibility of them having a baby soon.

Something then came to his mind. "We received a package an hour ago from your friend, Taylor Norris. Inside was a stylish silver motorcycle, intended as a special gift for Elyse. You'll find it in the garden."Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Confusion marked his face. He was unaware of Elyse's affinity for motorcycles.

Upon hearing about her gift, Elyse's excitement surged. She burst out, "The motorcycle! My motorcycle! Taylor is such a great guy!

Yet, as she moved to dash toward the garden, Jayden swiftly pulled her back. In a displeased

tone, he declared, "The motorcycle has been confiscated and placed in my collection room. You

are not allowed to ride it without my permission."

He then pinched her cheek and warned, "Don't try to outsmart me. If you have the servants watch me while you sneak out to ride, I'll fire them."

Elyse pouted and held his hand, speaking with a hint of sorrow. "But that was my gift from Taylor. You can't just take it away."

Jayden sneered and harshly pulled his hand away. "It's not up for discussion. You don't have the right to negotiate on this. If you behave, there won't be any

consequences."

With those words, he maneuvered his wheelchair into the study. Before shutting the door, he instructed Driscoll, "Make some coffee for me and fill me in on what happened while I was away." Driscoll nodded with respect and watched as Jayden closed the door. He then turned to Elyse with a look of sympathy. "Forget it. It's best not to defy Mr. Owen. Otherwise, the consequences could be severe."

Elyse was all too aware of Jayden's temperament. He was intent on seizing her motorcycle, and she felt powerless to stop him, despite her deep affection for it, the motorcycle of her dreams. She offered a bitter smile and said, "Don't worry. I won't upset him. But before it goes into the darkness, could I take a few pictures with it? I really adore that bike."

Driscoll could not deny such a simple request. "Of course, go ahead and take your pictures. Afterwards, I'll have it moved to Mr. Owen's collection room."

With a heavy heart, Elyse walked to the garden.

After snapping a few pictures with the motorcycle, a maid approached apologetically. "Sorry, I need to move it to Mr. Owen's collection room now."

Elyse caressed the motorcycle gently and gave her assent. "Go ahead."

As the maid wheeled the motorcycle away, she paused at the door of the collection room and

looked back with concern. "You're not planning anything, are you?"

"No, I just want to watch it go," Elyse murmured, her eyes betraying her reluctance.

With a heavy heart, she trailed after the maid into the collection room, where a plethora of

treasures awaited her gaze.

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worth as much as an apartment.

Yet amidst the opulence, her attention was drawn to a simple pink scarf displayed in a glass cabinet.

It seemed out of place among the lavish items, its handmade quality evident in its humble appearance and the haphazard stitches adorning it.

"Is this scarf also part of Jayden's collection?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

The maid cast a brief glance at the scarf before responding, "It belongs to him. Appears to be from his ex-girlfriend."

The mention of Jayden's past relationship sent a pang through Elyse's heart.

"Jayden had a girlfriend before?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and hurt.

The maid offered a knowing smile. "Certainly. He was quite the catch back then, admired by many women. He had no shortage of suitors."