Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1508

Chapter 1508:

Taking a deep breath, Lowell finally spoke, his voice colder than ever. “If you don’t know what love is, then go

figure it out. Don’t go around trying to ruin other people’s happiness. You've got a wicked soul.” And with that,

he ended the call.

He couldn’t bear the thought of dealing with Dolores’s anger and disappointment anymore. What weighed on

him most, though, was the silence from Tracy. Why wasn’t she reaching out?

She wasn’t answering his messages. Lowell finished up his work, but instead of leaving the office like usual, he

lingered, waiting—hoping—for a message from Tracy.

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Tticked by, and by 8 PM, his patience was wearing thin. He started to wonder if he was coming off as

desperate, clinging to something that was slipping through his fingers.

Maybe it was tto let go, to walk away and move on completely. Just as he was about to give up and drown in

his own doubts, a ping from his phone broke the silence. Tracy had messaged him.

Relief washed over him like a tidal wave. But when he read her message, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the

absurdity of it all. Her phone had taken an unexpected dive into the water. She'd tried to fix it, but it was too far

gone, so she had to buy a new one.

Lowell exhaled slowly and quickly replied, trying to mask his irritation with humor. “It's just a phone. Next time,

don’t waste tfixing it—just grab a new one. I'll cover it, no big deal.”

A small sigh escaped him as he typed, “I was seriously starting to think you'd ghosted me. | waited forever.”

Tracy responded almost immediately, a hint of guilt in her words. “Please don’t be mad at me. I'm upset too. The

repair guy totally rippedoff. If he had just toldit couldn't be fixed, | would've bought a new one right

away.”

Lowell's frustration flared. He shot back a message, his frown deepening. “Next time, don’t bother trying to fix

your phone, even if it's just a tiny issue. Just get a new one, and I'll pay for it. But please—don’t leave me

hanging like that again. | was really mad.”

Tracy didn’t reply this time.

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Lowell waited. And waited. The silence gnawed at him, making his heart race. He muttered aloud, “Why aren't

you replying? What's going on? Is something up? Are you doing something behind my back?”

“So, you think I'm the kind of woman who'd do something shady behind your back?” Without warning, Tracy

appeared at the office door, her face half-hidden by a mask, her presence like a sudden storm.

Lowell's heart skipped a beat. “How did you get here?”

“I cto see you,” she said, her voice soft and sincere as she walked over to him, gently settling on his lap.

She placed a hand on his cheek and whispered, “I know | messed up, making you wait all day. I'm really sorry.”

Lowell’s mood darkened further. “You have no idea what kind of day I've had.”

Tracy blinked up at him, her arms wrapping around him in an attempt to comfort him. “Babe, I'm sorry. | didn’t

mean for any of this to happen. That repair guy totally scammed me.”