Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

This Is All For You

Elyse looked at Bryce, who was snoring on the sofa, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Recalling the previous night's events, she was unsure how to approach him. It was the first time she had witnessed < someone wet his pants out of fear.

Jayden led her to the dining room, advising, "Leave him be. Hurry and eat. You're going to be late."

Elyse shot him a sharp look. If it hadn't been for their sexual encounters last night, she wouldn't have overslept.

Noticing the reproach in her eyes, Jayden handed her a glass of milk. "Drink this to soothe your throat. You sound hoarse."

Elyse, startled, instinctively touched her throat and glanced around anxiously at the servants. Thankfully, none had overheard Jayden's comment, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are you so shy?" Jayden couldn't help but be amused by her reaction, finding it increasingly interesting.

After a brief look at him, Elyse took the milk and a sandwich, retorting, "I'm not as daring as you." She ate quickly and left home in a rush.

An hour later, Bryce woke up, yawned, and asked Driscoll for breakfast.

Jayden, sitting on the opposite sofa reading the newspaper, remarked casually, "You want

breakfast? Aren't you worried about being late?"

Bryce grabbed his phone to check the time. It was only thirty minutes until half past nine, the start

of the workday. He couldn't afford to be late. If his performance at work was poor, his grandpa wouldn't consider him a viable candidate for the leader of the company.

Panicking, he hurried to change his clothes. "Jayden, what should I do? Should I take a day off? Maybe I can skip today and go to work tomorrow."

Jayden glanced up from his newspaper and responded indifferently, "Sure, if you're not

concerned about how it looks, you can always take leave."

Bryce hurriedly put on his shoes as Driscoll arrived with breakfast. "Here's the breakfast you requested."

"I don't need it now!" Bryce declared, too agitated to think about food. He grabbed his phone and dashed out.

Driscoll watched Bryce's hasty departure with concern. "He's no match for the cunning individuals in the company."

"He needs to learn some lessons," Jayden remarked. He had already advised Bryce to steer clear

of the business fray, but since Bryce hadn't heeded his advice, he wasn't inclined to repeat himself.

Meanwhile, as soon as Elyse arrived at the practice room, she was summoned by Merlin.

Standing in his office, she felt the unusual pressure emanating from him and had a good idea why he had approached her.

"I heard you met privately with Bart and Grace yesterday. What did you discuss with them?" Merlin asked, his expression unreadable by the window.

After a moment of silence, Elyse replied, "We discussed the selection process tomorrow. Understanding my opponents beforehand is crucial for my chances of success."

Merlin scoffed. "You spoke with them, and afterward, they all rejected my offer. Surely you said something to influence them?" <

Elyse remained silent, seeing no reason to confess, particularly not at such a critical moment. Just as Merlin was about to add more, Darren burst into the room with a troubled expression. "I need a word with you. Please ask her to leave."

After a brief pause and a hard look at Darren, Merlin signaled for Elyse to exit.

Breathing a sigh of relief as she stepped out, Elyse couldn't help but turn back, intrigued by what Darren was about to say.W

Once the door shut behind Elyse, Darren addressed his uncle, "It's actually good that Grace and Bart are still in the competition. Why are you questioning Elyse about it?"

Merlin, suddenly realizing Darren's involvement, shook with anger. "Do you think I'm doing this for anyone else? This is all for you! Your performance is too erratic. If they perform better, how can you expect to win? Vicky, in particular, is far more stable than you. If I don't step in, you're likely to rank last!"

Darren felt a deep sadness upon hearing this. It seemed his uncle believed he needed such drastic measures to win.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Lappreciate your intentions, but I don't want to win first place like this. I doubt Cody would take me on as his apprentice under these circumstances... Let me just compete fairly with them. Please, no more interference," Darren pleaded, bowing slightly, his tone serious.