Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

You've Kept Me Starved

Jayden's movements made Elyse's head blank. In the beginning, she stubbornly refused to talk to him. Now, however, she found herself begging amidst pitiful moans.

Blindfolded, tears streamed down her cheeks.

Reflecting on Elyse's distant behavior over the past days, Jayden felt enraged. As a successful businessman for years, his pride was intact even though he now sat in a wheelchair. The challenge from a young woman was more than he could bear.

This thought drove him to seize Elyse's lips as his actions grew more intense.

Elyse's whimpers escalated, mingling pain with pleasure-a great temptation for any man.

"Elyse, you still dare to treat me coldly, huh?"

Elyse wanted to say no, but his forceful movements stifled her words. She struggled to form a

complete sentence; after several attempts, she managed to make her promise.

Her words seemed to dissipate Jayden's anger. Observing the kiss marks and bruises on Elyse's body, he felt a twisted satisfaction.

Finally, he ceased his aggressions and allowed her to curl up in his

arms, her body still trembling.

Jayden whispered in her ear with a bite, "Be a good girl, and I'll treat you well."

It took a long rest for Elyse to regain her composure, both physically and mentally. Her voice

raspy, she pleaded, "Release me. I'm not feeling well."

"You're not behaving well enough; I can't release you," Jayden retorted sharply.

Elyse pressed her lips together, feeling wronged once again.

Suddenly, her stomach growled loudly.

Jayden looked at her, surprised.

As her stomach rumbled, Elyse's sense of grievance deepened. This morning, he had forced

himself on her, and she hadn't eaten all day. And moments ago, they did it again.

Tears welled up as she bit her lower lip and sobbed, "Ever since I married you, you've kept me starved."

Jayden found himself at a loss for words.

Witnessing Elyse's tears, Jayden sighed deeply. He sat up, shifted into his wheelchair, and proceeded to untie her.

Now free, Elyse could see clearly. She pushed herself up on the bed and noticed bruises encircling her wrists.

Her sobbing intensified.

"Stop crying. Let's get you something to eat Jayden massaged his forehead, lifted Elyse, and seated her on his lap.

Small and fragile, she continued to sob in his arms.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He carried her down to the dining room on the ground floor, gave her a gentle pat on the back, and suggested, "All the servants are likely asleep by now. Check the fridge and see if there's anything you can eat."

Elyse nodded. As she attempted to stand, her legs gave out, but Jayden quickly supported her to prevent a fall.

Looking at her unsteady legs, Jayden couldn't help feeling a perverse sense of pride. He teased her, "Maybe I should have been tougher. You're not used to it."

Elyse avoided his eyes by looking down.

"Stop talking! This is all your doing."

Flushing with anger, Elyse glared back at Jayden. She gripped the edge of the dining table for support and made her way to the refrigerator. Finding some mashed potato, she exclaimed with a hint of relief, "Looks like they've left us a midnight snack."

"They probably thought you might starve," Jayden remarked, resting his chin on his hand as he watched her clumsily move toward the microwave to warm up the food, amused by her awkwardness.

Elyse watched the microwave eagerly. Once the food was warm, she set the bowl down and began to eat in silence.

Jayden observed her, thinking she resembled a squirrel nibbling at food. He raised his hand to stroke her hair, but she quickly moved away.

With a menacing grin, Jayden challenged, "What's that supposed to mean? Need another

lesson?"

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 000005s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Elyse kept her eyes averted. "Don't touch me."

Jayden tapped his fingers on the table impatiently. "Give me a reason," he demanded sharply.

Elyse glared at him fiercely. "Why don't you go stroke Judy Foster's hair? She loves your touch. I certainly do not."

Jayden, sensing her jealousy, couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. Yet, he feigned confusion, "Why are you so bothered by Judy?"

"I've already told you, I don't care about her," Elyse responded, turning her gaze away.

Jayden gently guided her face back toward him and gave her a quick kiss. With a slight smile, he inquired, "Have you seen Judy since you got back?"

Elyse fell silent for a moment. She hadn't encountered Judy at all since her return.

In the past, Judy would have certainly made her presence felt, likely saying something to provoke

her.

Elyse's voice carried a hint of doubt. "Where is she? Isn't she supposed to be here?"

Observing her perplexed expression, Jayden's lips twitched. He aighed, a mix of frustration and affection coloring his tone, "My little fool, how

can you still be so naive after all these days with me?"