Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 932

Chapter 932:

As for Elyse, she was thoroughly confused by Fiona’s behavior at this point. “What are you talking about, Fiona?

Stop being so stubborn. Open your eyes and wake up.”

“You shut up!” Fiona screeched, her voice rising in anger. “How dare you lecture me? Are you trying to pretend to

be kind again? Ha! | know you too damn well. You're nothing but a self-centered brat.”

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Elyse’s gaze grew colder, sharpening with each passing moment. Her feelings toward Fiona were complicated.

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She had once admired Fiona, who used to be gentle and had a talent for making exquisite desserts and brewing

the perfect cup of coffee.

But now, even the music they once shared seemed distant—Fiona had given up on her violin.

Breaking free from Jayden’s hand, Elyse said in a stern voice, “Didn't you want to compete withalone? Let's

start. Change the string, and I'll give you a wake-up call.”

Fiona’s confidence faltered under Elyse’s ice-cold stare. Her heart jolted as frustration bubbled up, thinking Elyse

had two sides to her: one for her and another for the men around her.

Fiona couldn't comprehend how someone as brilliant as Jayden could be fooled by Elyse’s charm. How could he

not see Elyse’s true colors? She firmly believed she was the only woman who truly loved Jayden.

Anger and unspoken grievances built up inside her. She had to wait; sooner or later, Jayden would realize he had

been in love with the wrong woman, and then he would pay—double. That thought rekindled Fiona’s spirit. She

clung to the fragile fantasy, believing that persistence was key.

Steadying herself, Fiona held out her hand. “Givethe string. | need to change it and tune my violin.”

Elyse, clearly annoyed, handed over the new string, thinking that once this competition was over, she could

finally rid herself of Fiona’s tirespresence.

Fiona took her trestringing her violin.

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Ten minutes later, she approached Elyse, her instrument ready. “I'm ready. We can start now.”

Elyse eyed her coolly. “How do we determine the winner?”

Fiona hesitated, caught off guard. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. Glancing at the nearby crowd of passersby,

Elyse cup with an idea. “Let's see who can draw the larger crowd. Whoever attracts more people wins.”

Fiona’s face lit up as she nodded in agreement. “That's a good idea.”

“We'll play the spiece, one after the other. You can pick the music,” Elyse offered, giving Fiona the

advantage.

Without hesitation, Fiona suggested, “Let’s play ‘Liebesleid."”