Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1612

Chapter 1612:

She hesitated before saying, “I don’t think | should take it. It wouldn't be right for Brook to callnow.”

After all, Brook was with someone else now, and she felt that accepting his kindness would be crossing a line. It

wouldn't be right—not to him, and certainly not to his new girlfriend.

Despite Corrie’s threats, Jennie couldn't bring herself to cbetween Brook and his girlfriend. No matter what

Corrie wanted, she refused to be the reason their relationship fell apart.

Elyse, not quite grasping what Jennie was worried about, offered a reassuring smile. “Brook is swamped with

work at the moment—his meeting is running long. He probably won't get a break until noon. Why don’t you get

srest? If you get bored, you can use the phone to pass the time.”

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Jennie parted her lips as if to speak but hesitated, her gaze lingering on Elyse’s gentle expression.

Sensing her stare, Elyse met her eyes with a soft smile. “What's on your mind? Do you have something to say?”

Jennie awkwardly averted her gaze, a faint flush creeping up her cheeks. “It’s nothing,” she murmured. “I just

think... you're really beautiful.”

Elyse’s grin widened. “So are you. No wonder Brook is so taken with you.”

Jennie didn’t reply, but inwardly, she scoffed.

Clearly, Elyse didn’t know Brook all that well—he had already moved on to someone new.

Pulling the blanket tighter around herself, Jennie felt a dull ache settle in her chest. She was just his ex now,

nothing more, stripped of any charm or significance.

Corrie’s idea of using her to lure Brook back felt like a desperate, last-ditch effort—one that Jennie found utterly

laughable.

Elyse quietly observed her, taking in the subdued mood and the flickers of emotion in her eyes. It wasn’t hard to

guess—Jennie must have faced skind of trouble at Corrie’s place. Otherwise, why would she seem so

drained?

She lingered by her side until Jennie finally drifted into sleep.

Then, rising carefully so as not to wake her, Elyse made her way toward the door, intending to call Brook. But

just as she stepped into the hallway, she spotted Corrie striding toward her, a self-satisfied smirk playing on her

lips.

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Catching sight of Elyse, Corrie’s expression shifted into feigned warmth as if their past grievances were nothing

but a distant memory.

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“Well, well, if it isn’t Elyse. Fancy running into you here! What brings you to the hospital?”

The moment Elyse saw Corrie, her expression hardened. Casting aside any pretense of politeness, she snapped,

“Just don’t talk to me. You makesick.”

Corrie, unfazed by Elyse’s blatant hostility, maintained her bright smile.

She moved a step closer, slightly too close for comfort, and said, “Con, don’t be like that. Can't we just let

bygones be bygones?”

Casting a glance at the hospital room door, Corrie asked nonchalantly, “So, who's the patient here?”