Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1527:

Her heart ached as she held back the impulse to step forward. Instead, she chose to stay hidden, her feet moving cautiously as she followed them.

When Elyse had begun her performance earlier, Tracy had found herself drawn to the music. She’d perched on a nearby bench, transfixed.

The melody struck a chord deep within her. It wasn’t just music—it was a message. She was certain Elyse had played it for her.

Elyse missed her.

The realization hit her like a wave, and her own longing welled up, spilling over as quiet tears.

Her chest tightened, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to drown in the ache of their shared solitude.

Elyse missed her, but she missed Elyse more—so much more. But now wasn’t the time.

This moment, as raw as it was, only strengthened her resolve. The plan she had set in motion was too important to risk. Reuniting now would ruin everything.

Tracy sat there for a moment, collected herself, and then left, taking a cab to a nearby bar.

Upon arriving at the bar, she ordered a drink, her movements slow and absentminded. She stared at the glass, the world around her fading into the background as her thoughts wandered. She had no idea how much time had passed when a voice broke through her haze—clear, familiar, and utterly unexpected.noveldrama

She turned abruptly, her eyes locking onto Shaun’s side profile.

He sat a few tables away, pale and weary-looking, with a bodyguard beside him happily munching on fries. Shaun nursed a bottle of beer, taking slow, intermittent sips.

Tracy’s brow furrowed instinctively. What was he doing here?

Her stomach knotted at the sight of him, but she quickly composed herself. Shaun had lost his memory—he wouldn’t recognize her. It was better to let him remain in his oblivion. She turned back to her drink, resolving to ignore his presence.

Meanwhile, Shaun’s bodyguard set down an empty plate and spoke up, his tone bordering on impatience. “You’ve come all the way to the bar, had half a bottle of beer—shouldn’t we head back now?”

Shaun responded with a moody glare, his voice heavy with gloom. “What’s the rush? I’m reflecting on my past love.”

The bodyguard raised a skeptical brow. “Reflecting? Back then, you didn’t even bother to look back. And now you’ve got amnesia—what exactly are you remembering?”

Shaun froze for a moment, caught off guard. A faint blush crept up his cheeks as he stammered, “Just—just mind your own business! I ordered you all these snacks, didn’t I? So eat them and zip it!”

The bodyguard sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Fine, but take it easy with the booze. You know it’s not good for you.”

Shaun glanced at him, his expression softening momentarily. “You actually care about me?”

With a resigned shrug, the bodyguard replied, “It’s my job to look out for you. If you drink yourself stupid, the doctor’s gonna tear me apart tomorrow during your checkup. I’d rather not deal with that.”

Shaun clenched his jaw, glaring at the man as if he’d committed a grave offense.

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