Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1451:

Chloe chimed in, “I’ve been saving my appetite all day for tonight.” With a chuckle, Victor led them to the buffet area.

As they savored the spread, conversation flowed easily among them.

Suddenly, Victor’s tone took a more serious turn. “So, have you thought about it? When do you plan to move out of Jayden’s place? You’re making a name for yourself as a musician, so money must be rolling in, right?”

Elyse hesitated before replying, “Not yet. I haven’t gotten my salary yet. Chloe says it gets settled every six months.”

Chloe nodded in confirmation. “Yep, three months left till the next one. But trust me, you’re pulling in way more than you did at the orchestra.”

Elyse’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“That much?” The prospect of buying a house in Cambape suddenly seemed within reach.

She was so caught up in her excitement that she missed the shadow that crossed Victor’s face.

What kind of arrangement paid every six months? Was Jayden orchestrating this?

Victor, picking up on her enthusiasm, quickly interjected, “If you’re in a rush to find a place, I could help out. I’ve got a few properties. Pick one, and I’ll make sure you get a fair deal.”

Realizing his suggestion might have been forward, he quickly added, “Or I could just rent it to you for a steal.”

Elyse looked up, her gaze empty. “You really don’t have to fuss over me that much. I’ve got this.”

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Victor realized he might be overdoing his concern. Clearing his throat to ease the tension, he conceded, “You’re right. I need to dial it back a bit.”

After a short pause, someone tapped Elyse on the shoulder. She turned, her face etched with surprise, and found Nick standing there.noveldrama

Nick managed a weak smile and greeted her warmly, “Good evening, Elyse. Didn’t expect to bump into you here. Just wanted to drop by and say hello.”

Elyse, caught off guard by Nick’s gaunt appearance, let slip, “You look like you’ve shed pounds!”

Nick sighed. “I recently figured out that the competition I missed was sabotaged by Fiona Evans, not you. It’s been a real blow. All this time, my anger was aimed at the wrong person. I feel badly.”

Setting her utensils aside, Elyse stood and steered Nick away from Victor and Chloe.

Lowering her voice, she advised, “Misplaced anger is no reason to skip meals. You really have dropped a ton of weight. Just look at your face.”

Nick ran his hand over his face, feeling its sharp contours.

After a moment’s silence, he shared, “I’ve trained under Ms. Griffin for 20 years, who once clinched the Swan Cup. I wanted to snag that first place to show her all my efforts. But getting knocked out in the preliminaries? That stung. I’d been pinning all my hopes on the Swan Cup, put in all that practice, and then to bow out early—it’s just gut-wrenching.”

Elyse, understanding the root of his anguish, suggested, “Why not throw your hat in the ring for the next Swan Cup?”

Nick shook his head, his expression lined with pain. “I’m not even sure I can snag a spot in the Swan Cup in four years, much less make it to the finals.”

Elyse paused, then gently probed, “Have you lost your spark?”

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