Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 413:

Freda’s bestie, Alena Walsh, continued, “Don’t forget Theo's ex-girlfriend is a violinist. If he’s inviting you to

enjoy music, maybe it’s to see her.”

Freda hesitated and responded uncertainly, “No way. Theo wouldn't do that, would he?”

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Alena snorted. “Who knows? That's how men are. | don’t think you need to bother making any special

preparations. Maybe he really is taking you to see his ex-girlfriend. What will you do then?”

Anger flared in Freda as she clenched her teeth. She realized Alena might be correct. The upcoming date could

end in disappointment. Yet, she believed in Theo's affection for her and trusted he wouldn't intentionally hurt

her.

“No, | don’t think so. | trust Theo isn’t the type to hurtintentionally. Even if he’s not into me, he wouldn't

harm me,” Freda insisted.

Theo sat in his office, attentively listening to the manager's report. Suddenly, his assistant, JaCruz, rushed in

and whispered something urgently into his ear.

Furrowing his brow, Theo raised his hand, interrupting the manager mid-sentence. “Alright, proceed as

discussed. You may leave first.”

The manager nodded and exited the room.

Turning to Jaime, Theo asked, “Is it true that Elyse will be participating in that competition tomorrow?”

Jareplied, “Yes, I've looked into it. She will be competing, and I've made arrangements for someone to

secure front-row tickets. We'll have them.”

Theo nodded thoughtfully before expressing his confusion, “Then why did you appear so concerned when you

entered? Isn't acquiring front-row tickets a positive development?”

Jaime’s expression turned bitter. “Well, just as | entered, | received word that your mother wants you to

accompany Miss Jimenez. Apparently, she’s been in a foul mood lately.”

Theo scoffed, “Askingto coax Freda? Hasn't she given up yet? Why force a connection with the Jimenez

family through marriage?”

Jasighed helplessly, “I wish | knew. But your mother insisted that you must comply, or else she’ll have you

transferred abroad, only allowing you to return after five years.”

Theo sneered once more, his eyes brimming with disdain. Since Theo was Zandra’s only son, it was out of the

question for her to hand the company over to anyone else. However, she didn’t want him to pursue Elyse, so she

decided to transfer him abroad.

Theo acknowledged that it was a clever strategy. At least it would force him to take matters seriously.

After a moment of quick thinking, he instructed, “Go ahead and secure the tickets for tomorrow.”

Jawas taken aback. “Mr. Ward, do you intend to take Miss Jimenez to watch Ms. Lloyd's performance?”

Theo replied casually, “Freda seems to be in a sour mood, doesn’t she? Perhaps inviting her to enjoy music will

lift her spirits.”

Though Jawanted to point out the potential cruelty of the gesture towards Freda, he decided to remain silent.

Despite feeling sorry for Freda, Jahad no choice but to obediently purchase the tickets, knowing full well that

Theo was deeply in love with Elyse.

Janodded promptly. “Understood, Mr. Ward. I'll ensure the task is completed.”

Alena, perceptive as ever, realized how deeply Freda had fallen for Theo. She placed a hand on Freda’s shoulder

and offered, “Callanyttomorrow. I'll cand get you if you need.”

Freda shrugged off her hand irritably. “I've already said Theo isn’t like that.”

Freda looked forward to the date with Theo the next day.

Yet, when Freda arrived at the music hall the following day and saw the massive poster of Elyse, she was

stunned.

She stood motionless, her face a mask of disbelief.

Did Theo really bring her to see Elyse’s performance? Why was he being so heartless? He knew perfectly well

that she had feelings for him!

A lump formed in Freda’s throat, tears threatening to spill. Her feet felt as though they were glued to the floor,

preventing her from stepping back.

She was determined to confront Theo and find out whether it was all just an accident. She resolved not to leave

until she had her answer.

The backstage area of the music hall was bustling.

Dressed in a purple gown with her hair up in a bun, Elyse leaned against the wall next to Irving.

Irving glanced repeatedly at his watch. “Don’t worry, it’s still early. Even with traffic, Gavin will get Fiona here on

time.”

Noticing his anxious demeanor, Elyse teased him, “I thought you said you never get nervous at competitions, yet

here you are, all jittery about this one.”

Irving shot her a look. “Yeah, because I'm concerned about you and Fiona. | don’t want the two of you to

embarrass Mr. Tucker and me.”

Elyse remarked with a frown, “Irving, we're not going to lose. Take back those words, or you'll really make me

mad.”

With a playful smirk, Irving responded, “I'd like to see you angry.”

Elyse threw a punch, her brows knitted in frustration, but Irving easily dodged it.

Still not satisfied, Elyse was determined to teach him a lesson for his consistently sarcastic words.

While she was joking around with Irving, a sudden breeze caught her attention as someone walked past.

“Rebekah...” Elyse murmured, her gaze fixed in a trance.

Dressed in a black gown, Rebekah exuded an air of arrogance. Elyse remembered that Rebekah had topped the

rankings in her group in the first round.

Rumors had circulated that Rebekah had secured her top spot by unfair means.

When Rebekah heard her name, she turned to face Elyse and said with a slight nod, “What a coincidence seeing

you here, Elyse.”