Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1360:

Lowell’s voice softened, betraying his newfound vulnerability. “When will I see you again?”

She laughed, a sound like tinkling bells in the night. “Why rush? I’ll give you another chance—when you know the answer.”

Before he could respond, she gave him a sudden push.

Caught off guard, Lowell stumbled. When he regained his balance, she was gone, leaving only the ghost of her laughter behind.

Under the dim glow of the streetlight, Lowell’s fingers grazed his lips, tracing the lingering warmth of the kiss. He had never shared such intimacy with anyone before. The unexpected entanglement had not only startled him but also left him feeling an unfamiliar, soothing ease—one he hadn’t realized he could enjoy.

That kiss was no ordinary brush of lips; it had awakened a delicate flutter in his heart, as though a caged bird had finally taken flight.

Yet, the woman’s identity remained an enigma, veiled behind her playful charm. Try as he might, Lowell could not piece together the puzzle of who she was.

That night, something began to stir deep within him—a symphony of emotions he could neither name nor fully comprehend. He chose not to suppress them, allowing them to bloom in the quiet corners of his soul, untamed and free.

Elsewhere, the woman climbed into her car, shedding the long wig that had masked her true identity.

Tracy ran her fingers through her hair, setting the wig aside with a satisfied smile. Humming softly, she leaned toward the mirror to reapply her lipstick.

The lipstick, once pristine, had been entirely consumed by Lowell during their passionate kiss.

Though he was uninitiated in the realm of romance, Lowell had responded instinctively, meeting her fervor with an eagerness that now amused Tracy.

As she dabbed the final touch of color onto her lips, her smile deepened at the thought of his unguarded passion. Fastening her seatbelt, Tracy steered her car toward the hospital.

She had heard that Shaun had lost his memory. As his ex, she felt a peculiar sense of obligation to visit. A bouquet of flowers and some fresh fruit seemed a fitting gesture.

Donning a baseball cap to avoid the ever-watchful cameras, Tracy entered the hospital and made her way toward Shaun’s ward.

Tracy stood silently at the ward door, peering through the glass window at Shaun.
He was awake, but the sedatives had left him lying still on the bed, his eyes fixed blankly on the ceiling. After observing him for a moment, Tracy turned the doorknob and entered. She approached the bed cautiously, her steps soft.

“Shaun, have you lost your memory?” she whispered, her voice low and tentative.

Shaun didn’t respond. His eyes remained glued to the ceiling, utterly indifferent to her presence.

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Message from Noah: Hello dear readers! New chapters on Sunday. God bless you, and Noah wishes you all the best. (=◡=) /

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