Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1722:

A bitter laugh nearly escaped his lips. The woman he’d loved for three months—the one who had seemed so perfect—was actually Tracy, harboring a deep-seated vendetta against him. The revelation felt like a scene ripped from a horror movie.

And the true twist of the knife? Tracy was pregnant.

His mind spun with the implications of the child growing within her. The more he dwelled on it, the clearer it became—Tracy’s pregnancy was far more complex than Dolores’s scandal. The latter he could contain, like a lid on a boiling pot.

As for Tracy, he didn’t know how to deal with her.

Lost in this labyrinth of thoughts, two hours slipped away before Lowell suddenly remembered Dolores. Time to check on her again.

Upon returning to the room, he found Dolores sprawled across the bed, sleeping peacefully beneath the covers.

A thick, acrid scent hung in the air like a cloud. His eyes fell on the trash can, where several used condoms lay discarded. His expression darkened to thunder.

Yet Dolores seemed utterly at peace, a contented smile playing on her lips.

The sight was too much. Lowell strode over and shook her roughly awake. Her eyes fluttered open groggily. Upon seeing him, she snapped, “Are you trying to kill me? I’m exhausted. Let me sleep!”

“Get up,” Lowell commanded, his voice arctic. “You’re going to the hospital for an examination. You spent hours with multiple men, and there are only five or six condoms in that trash. Aren’t you concerned about diseases?”

Still half-asleep, Dolores mumbled, “Did some guys do it without protection? That explained why it felt so good.”

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Lowell’s face turned to stone, darkness seeping into his features.

Fighting to contain his rage, he spoke in a voice like arctic wind. “Dolores, I’m telling you to get dressed and come with me to the hospital. Now.”

Dolores scratched her head with irritation. “Fine, fine. I’ll get up. Just give me some privacy, will you?”noveldrama

Lowell pinned her with a steely gaze before stepping outside to wait.

Almost an hour crawled by before Dolores emerged, looking fresh as morning dew. Sliding into Lowell’s car, she caught sight of his thunderous expression and frowned. “What’s with the attitude? I just had a little fun. I promise I won’t do it again, okay?”

Lowell turned to her, his eyes piercing. “Everyone must face the consequences of their actions. You’re no different. When Dad arrives tomorrow, you’ll explain yourself to him.”

Dolores waved her hand dismissively. “I was just letting loose, blowing off steam. Don’t make such a big deal out of it. Besides, as long as you keep quiet about me being with several guys, Mom and Dad won’t know a thing. Don’t rat me out.”

A cold laugh escaped Lowell’s lips. “I can’t control other people’s tongues.”

After dealing with Dolores, Shaun walked into Jayden’s house with a relaxed air, as if there was nothing to worry about.

Jayden and Elyse had just finished freshening up when Driscoll informed them that Shaun had arrived.

Elyse paused for a moment, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. “Did you tell him Tracy’s staying with us?”

Jayden shook his head, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t. You know he doesn’t get his information from me.”

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