Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 379:

Theo's inquiry with his TV station contact revealed Elyse’s location in a specific lounge. He approached the door

and knocked, but was met with silence from within. Perplexed, he knocked several times more, but the door

remained shut with no sign of anyone coming to open it. Theo tried the doorknob, but it refused to budge as it

was locked from the inside. “Elyse, are you in there? Can you open the door for me?” he called out.

As Elyse lay on the floor, her ears perked up at the sound of Theo's voice outside the door. Her heart sank, filled

with a tinge of disappointment. She had been waiting for Jayden, not Theo. She didn’t want to be seen in this

state by anyone but Jayden, but her worsening discomfort left her no other choice. Her unease wasn’t due to her

burning desires, but rather the sudden pounding rhythm of her heart. She had an ominous feeling that the peril

she faced now was far more menacing than any she had encountered in the past, and it sent a chill down her

spine.

Theo received only silence in response. Frustrated and worried, he ran out of options and resorted to force,

kicking the door with all his might. His loud kicks on the door attracted a crowd of TV crews who cto see

what the commotion was all about. After dozens of kicks, the door finally swung open. Theo rushed in and found

Elyse lying weakly on the floor. “Elyse!” he yelled. “Are you fine?”

With a worrying rosy glow on her face, Elyse’s lips parted with effort, her voice faint and labored. “I've been

drugged. Please, getto the hospital. | feel like I'm slipping away.”

Theo was shocked into silence. No sooner had Elyse uttered those words than her body went limp, her eyes

closing as she fell into a deep, unresponsive coma. Unbeknownst to her, the drug’s effects would kick in within

thirty minutes after consumption.

“Ambulance! Call the ambulance!” Without wasting any time, he scooped up her limp body, pushed through the

throng of people, and sprinted towards the ambulance on standby. As the ambulance rushed to the hospital,

Theo called someone to check on the empty glass from the lounge, hoping to identify the drug that harmed

Elyse.

No sooner had Theo whisked her away in the ambulance than Jayden arrived at the TV station, having recklessly

run four red lights in his haste to get there as quickly as possible. His driver's eyes welled up, fearing his driving

days were over after getting four tickets at once.

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Jayden arrived at the TV station, but Elyse was already gone by then. He inquired about her whereabouts, trying

to determine which hospital she had been taken to. Meanwhile, he collected her personal belongings—her phone

and purse—which she had left behind.

Storming into the lounge, he found a man holding Elyse’s phone. Suddenly, it clicked that she had mentioned

coming to the TV station with Gavin to record a show. Jayden’s eyes locked onto the man, his voice firm and

direct as he asked, “Are you Gavin?”

Gavin hesitated, phone in hand, and turned to Jayden with a curious expression. “Who are you?”

“I'm Elyse’s husband,” Jayden explained, his voice firm and urgent. “She textedfor help, and | cas fast

as | could. But when | arrived, she was already gone. Someone had taken her away.”

Gavin's expression barely flickered in surprise before he pointed to the empty glass on the table, his tone turning

serious. “Elyse drank from that glass, but no one knows where the water cfrom. The TV station is reviewing

the surveillance footage to identify who brought it to her.”

Jayden’s gaze fell on the empty glass, his brow furrowing in concern and suspicion. He took a deep breath and

forced himself to remain calm, his voice steady as he asked, “Do you know which hospital she was taken to? |

need to find her.”

Gavin's expression turned sympathetic, and he apologized. “I'm so sorry. | had no idea anything had happened

to Elyse until after the filming. I’ve been trying to find out more information myself, but so—" At that moment,

Theo had already taken her.

Elyse was rushed to the hospital. Peyton was taking a sip of water when a nurse called him to the emergency

room. He quickly set the water down and rushed to the ER, only to be met with a shocking sight: Elyse lay on the

hospital bed in need of resuscitation. Peyton rushed to her side, shouting, “What's going on?”

The nurse quickly explained, “She has ingested an unknown substance and is experiencing heart failure. We've

administered initial treatment in the ambulance, but her heart rate is still dropping. We need to act fast.” Peyton

ordered, “Get the defibrillator ready and find out what she took.”

After waiting at the TV station for what felt like an eternity, Jayden finally decided to head to the hospital where

Peyton worked, hoping to find sanswers. Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang. It was from the

hospital. He couldn't help but feel a surge of relief upon learning that Peyton was treating Elyse. However, his

relief was short-lived as he soon discovered that the mysterious liquid had caused her heart failure. Without

hesitation, he called for an analysis of the water from that glass, determined to uncover the truth behind Elyse’s

sudden illness. The staff at the inspection agency informed him that the analysis would take around 12 hours to

complete. Hearing that, his expression turned fierce, his calm facade shattering. He clenched his fists, his anger

nearly boiling over as he growled, “I don’t care how many people or resources it takes. We need those test

results tonight. Whatever it takes, you're analyzing those medicinal ingredients now.”

Gavin's expression turned worried as he beheld Jayden’s intensity. “What's going on? Is Elyse’s condition worse

than we thought? Can | help with anything?” Jayden’s expression turned grim, his lips compressing into a thin

line. “Whoever did this showed no mercy,” he said, his voice cold and detached. “They meant to kill Elyse.”

“What? Kill Elyse? Who could this enemy be?” Gavin's face remained neutral, but his mind raced back to the

afternoon’s events. He recalled the tense encounter between Elyse and a woman. “I think | saw something

relevant today. Elyse had a spat with a woman. She mentioned that this woman was her nemesis,” he said

hesitantly.

A nod from Davey prompted the servant to place the glass on a nearby surface. Once the servant had placed the

glass down, Raegan directed, “Refill it, please.” The servant refilled Raegan’s glass, and she raised it toward

Davey, saying, “Here's to you, Mr. Glyn.” As if showcasing the safety of the drink, she downed it in one gulp. As

she finished, Raegan’s heart raced. The wine had been laced with a substance inducing sleep for hours. Having

preemptively taken an antidote, she could prove they shared the sbottle, a ploy to lower Davey’s guard.

Dealing with someone as shrewd as Davey, mere conversation posed risks; rendering him immobile was the

safest recourse. Yet even after Raegan emptied her glass, Davey showed no inclination to sip from his. Raegan

motioned for a refill, subtly hinting, “Another toast, Mr. Glyn.” Both being from Ambrosia, Davey would grasp the

significance of a double toast as the pinnacle of respect. Davey, as an elder, couldn't outright decline a toast

without repercussions, since refusal would tarnish his reputation. Slowly, he raised his glass, a smile barely

reaching his eyes.

Just as Davey was poised to drink, he abruptly set the glass down, remarking, “I just recalled I've taken

medication as prescribed by my doctor, renderingunable to consalcohol or anything else for three

hours.” With firm resolve, he placed the glass down on the table. Though infuriated, Raegan found his excuse

plausible, leaving her no grounds for objection. So, plan A had failed conspicuously. It was tfor Plan B.

As Davey prepared to depart, Raegan hastily interjected, “Mr. Glyn, I've heard of your expertise in cross-border

trade, and as you're aware, my family delves into international shipping. | have a few pertinent inquiries if you'd

spare a moment.” Davey paused, nodding gently. “Please proceed,” he said. Raegan delved into a series of

intricate inquiries regarding international trade, steering clear of the elementary queries that might raise

eyebrows and ensuring her questions didn’t betray her intentions.

Davey remained patient, responding with impeccable logic. Upon addressing her queries, he made to leave once

more. With no other recourse, Raegan accidentally spilled her wine onto him. “Oh! Apologizing profusely, Raegan

feigned distress. “I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Glyn. Your suit. It’s entirely my fault.” She retrieved a handkerchief to

dab at the stain, but Davey visibly recoiled from physical contact, taking a step back to evade her touch.

Flushed with embarrassment, Raegan withdrew her hand, continuing, “Mr. Glyn, allowto rectify this. Our

fashion designer prepared additional suits for this occasion. I'll arrange for you to select one that suits you.” Her

reasoning was sound. Davey couldn't refuse given the strong scent of wine and the discomfort of the sticky

residue. Despite his displeasure, he had no alternative, having not brought a spare suit. Reluctantly, he nodded

his assent.

Raegan gestured, summoning a servant. She instructed, “Escort Mr. Glyn to the guest room for a change.” The

servant complied, addressing Davey, “This way, Mr. Glyn, please.” Davey followed the servant's lead. Observing

Davey’s departing form, Raegan murmured discreetly into her headset, “Erick, he’s on his way.”