Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1784:

Elyse, wide-eyed and equally bewildered, threw her hands up. “More flowers? Seriously? Who is this mysterious sender?”

Tracy’s brow furrowed in confusion. “I was betting on Jayden turning into Mr. Romance, but nope—it’s that mystery admirer pulling the strings again.”

Shaun tugged Tracy aside, muttering, “Zip it, will you? Didn’t you notice the storm brewing on Jayden’s face?”

Tracy peeked back at Jayden, unconvinced. “Nah, he’s not that petty.”

Shaun smirked and rolled his eyes. “You’re clueless about guys, huh?” With a dramatic flourish, he flung the flowers aside and dragged Tracy out to the yard.

Elyse let out an exasperated groan. “Don’t give me that stinkeye. I’m just as lost as you are—I’ve been glued to your side all day. This flower fiasco has me scratching my head too.”

Jayden beckoned Driscoll over, his voice sharp. “Any luck tracking down our phantom florist?”

Driscoll’s expression darkened. “Nope. No name, no note—just a fat stack of cash to cover three months of deliveries, all addressed to Elyse.”

Jayden’s brow shot up. “Three months? So this lovesick nut is planning to keep the flowers coming? Who is this diehard fan—some swooning admirer of yours, Elyse?”

Elyse caught the jealous edge in his voice and sighed, feeling cornered. “I swear, I’m in the dark here. Don’t turn this into a soap opera—I’m not enjoying the drama either.”

Jayden let out a sharp huff and narrowed his eyes at the flowers strewn across the floor as if they’d personally offended him. Irritation simmering, he stormed upstairs, each step echoing his sour mood.noveldrama

Driscoll offered Elyse a nervous smile. “Maybe he needs some comfort right now?”

Elyse clenched her teeth. “Then quit bringing in these flowers! They’re like gasoline on his mood swings.”

Driscoll jumped on board without missing a beat. “You got it. I’ll make sure those flowers don’t even sniff the doorstep from now on.”

Elyse squared her shoulders. “Fine, I’ll go smooth things over with Mr. Grumpy Pants upstairs.”

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As Elyse climbed the stairs, Tracy peeked from the doorway, curiosity buzzing. “Do you think they’ll actually duke it out?”

Shaun chuckled. “Nah, those two are tighter than a drum. Remember last night? You barged in and almost crashed their lovey-dovey moment.”

Tracy pulled a goofy face, sticking out her tongue. “Yeah, that was totally me dropping the ball—oops!”

Gazing at her adorable face, Shaun stopped in his tracks, a sudden pause hanging in the air before he spoke. “Tracy, do you think there’s still a shot for us?”

Tracy tilted her head, her eyes meeting his earnest stare. “Honestly, I’m not sure where I stand with you anymore. I was head over heels for you once, but after all that went down, I was drowning in anger and bitterness—sometimes I even imagined throttling you. Lately, though, I’ve started letting go.”

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