Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 389

Chapter 389:

Gavin stroked his chin and smiled, asking, “Do you really want to compete with me? I'd hate to damage the

relationship that we have.” Irving crossed his arms, looking unimpressed, and retorted, “Can you drop the act?

What kind of relationship do you think we even have?” Gavin remained silent, his smile unchanging, but Irving's

heart raced. Every tGavin looked at him, Irving felt an unsettling intensity. Could Gavin be interested in

men? Irving wondered, immediately putting sspace between them. He was sure that he was a straight guy.

Elyse, observing the odd interaction between the two, linked Fiona’s arm and headed to a room to pick up their

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numbers. “I'm No. 13 in Group A,” Elyse showed her number to Fiona, curious, and asked, “What's yours?” Fiona

clasped her hands together and revealed her number with a devout gesture, then let out a sigh of relief. “Thank

goodness. I'm No. 2 in Group D.” Elyse also sighed in relief. “That's good, we won't be up against each other.”

From nearby, Gavin chimed in, “Even though you're not competing directly, the competition locations are

different.” He turned to Fiona and said, “Group D will be competing in the gym. I'll escort you there immediately.

Your turn is one of the early ones, so we can’t be late.” Fiona nodded and said to Elyse, “Do your best and aim to

top your group. Then we'll both make it to the next round.” Elyse nodded, feeling very excited.

After Fiona and Gavin hurried off to the venue, Elyse looked around and caught Irving's eye. Noticing her stunned

look, Irving raised his eyebrows and teased, “What's the matter? Got stage fright?” Elyse shook her head. “I just

wish | was the first to perform so | wouldn't have to wait.” Irving rolled his eyes and scoffed, “You're overthinking

it. You might just mess up right from the start. Don’t get too cocky. I've seen too many falter who thought like

you.” Elyse pouted slightly.

“Elyse, what are you doing here?” Hearing her name, Elyse turned instinctively and saw Vicky standing there,

clutching a violin case, dressed in a black coat, looking sleek and poised. Vicky gave Elyse a scrutinizing look,

her tone unexpectedly firm, saying, “You're competing in the Champions Cup too? How did you manage to enter?

The Champions Cup doesn’t allow individual participants.” Elyse replied coldly, her expression uninterested,

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“Why do you care about my entry status? Just worry about yourself.” Vicky laughed softly, her arms crossed, and

added, “Sure, I'll mind my own business. | hope you do the sand avoid causing any disturbances during the

competition.” Elyse scoffed, no longer interested in continuing the conversation with Vicky. She grabbed Irving's

wrist and said with annoyance, “Let's go. | don’t want to talk to her.”

This time, Darren chose not to respond to her. Instead, he was taken aback by Elyse’s presence at the event. He

quickly took out his phone to check his registration while calling Elyse. Elyse, already at the venue for Group A,

answered in surprise, “Why are you calling?” Darren glanced at his number and asked, “What group are you in?”

Elyse paused, then answered, “Group A.” Darren let out a breath of relief. “I'm in Group B.” Both of them sighed

with relief upon hearing this.