Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1732:

“No rush,” Brook assured her. “How about some dessert first?”

Jennie welcomed the distraction, retreating to the kitchen to brew coffee and plate some sweets. They settled on the balcony together, the afternoon light casting long shadows.

Brook’s eyes searched her face. “If something’s troubling you, tell me. Maybe I can help.”

The words nearly spilled out, but Jennie caught them just in time.

Thoughts of Camille crept in, and her resolve hardened. She wasn’t the only woman in his orbit anymore. Asking for his help with her friend might push her into “troublesome” territory.

And if he started seeing her as a burden… would that be the final push that drove him away? The thought of leaving his side clawed at her heart, making her chest feel impossibly tight.

Her inner turmoil only deepened, casting darker shadows across her already troubled mind.

Brook’s questioning gaze lingered, waiting for an answer that wouldn’t come. “Really, it’s nothing,” Jennie finally offered, forcing lightness into her voice. “Just being silly about missing you, that’s all.”noveldrama

Brook’s eyebrow arched skeptically, but his words came out gentle. “Hey, don’t let it get to you. I’m not vanishing forever; just a few days for business. Nothing to worry about.”

“Worried? Me?” Jennie’s laugh held a bitter edge. “Why would I worry? It’s all business, right? If your partners want drinks, or if some girl catches your eye… that’s just part of the deal. Not like I have any right to be jealous.”

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Brook was taken aback, his tone laced with disbelief. “You’re not jealous? Really? Because it’s all over your face.”

Jennie shot him a glare. “Come on, I’m not jealous!” She punctuated her words by lightly punching his chest.

Brook let out a low chuckle, making no effort to dodge.

When she finally dropped her hand, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small red velvet box. With a smile, he held it out to her. “This is for you.”

Jennie froze, her eyes widening as she accepted it. “What is this?”

He smirked. “Why not open it and find out?”

Obliging, she lifted the lid, revealing a ruby brooch nestled inside.

The gemstone’s deep red shimmer left her breathless. She turned it over in her hands, staring in awe before murmuring, “This… is really for me?”

Brook arched a brow, amused. “Who else would it be for?”

Jennie hesitated, her voice faltering. “I thought… maybe…” She trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

She had nearly mentioned Camille but stopped herself. Instead, she shifted the topic. “You’re sure this belongs to me?”

Brook gave a firm nod. “Absolutely. It’s one of a kind—meant only for you.”

Touched, Jennie admired the brooch, running her fingers over its smooth surface again and again.

Brook’s smile deepened. “Let me pin it on you. I want to see how it looks.”

She handed it to him without hesitation, watching as he carefully fastened it. Stepping back, he gave a satisfied nod. “Just as I expected—perfect on you.”

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