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Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 564
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Chapter 564:

Elyse awoke the next morning to an unexpected scene: two guests in her living room. She rubbed her sleepy

eyes, sat down on the sofa, and glanced between Gavin and Freda, who sat next to him. The world suddenly felt

surreal.

“Why is she here with you?” Elyse asked, her confusion evident.

Gavin exchanged a look with Freda, who sat demurely, and explained, “She wanted to apologize to you

personally, so | brought her.”

Elyse blinked, trying to clear her foggy mind. “She wants to apologize?”

Freda looked at Elyse, her voice soft and sincere. “Yes, | do. I've been thinking a lot these past few days and

realized | made a mistake. | broke the rules during that competition and hurt you.”

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Freda’s eyes were earnest as she continued, “I'm sorry. | truly apologize for my actions.”

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Elyse stared at her in disbelief.

After gathering her thoughts, she glanced at Gavin, who merely shrugged as if to say, “I'm as surprised as you

are.”Elyse, unsure of Freda’s sincerity but recognizing the effort, decided there was no point in holding a grudge.

“If you've thought it through, then that's good.”

Freda nodded, her tone becoming more reflective. “I haven't treated you well before. Because of Theo, | always

saw you as a rival. But now that I've completely ended things with him, | realize it was my problem, not yours.”

Elyse’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. An apology for the competition could be seen as forced, probably in the

nof etiquette or under pressure. But admitting fault over Theo was another matter entirely.

Seeing Freda tumbling out words, Gavin intervened, gently placing a hand over her mouth. “I need to discuss

something important with Elyse. Business. Since you've apologized, that’s enough.”

Freda removed his hand, her temper flaring momentarily before she controlled it. “Fine! Fine! I'll do whatever you

say. I'll listen!”

Elyse’s jaw dropped as she glanced between Freda and Gavin. Something was definitely up between these two.

Freda noticed Elyse’s reaction and smirked, satisfied. Misleading Elyse was exactly what she wanted.

Gavin sighed, brushing off Freda’s subtle provocations. He pulled out the registration form for an overseas

competition. “Fill this out,” he instructed Elyse. “I'll get Fiona to complete her part later.”

Business mode activated, Elyse accepted the pen from the butler and began filling in the form meticulously.

Freda, eyes gleaming with mischief, sidled up to Gavin.

“Mind if | tag along when you find Fiona? I'd feel guilty if | didn’t do something to help.”

Gavin gave her a half-amused look. “Got nothing better to do?”

Elyse’s head jerked up at his tone, her eyes darting to Freda. Freda beamed.

“Yeah, I'm a bit free. You're swamped with all this. Why not letpitch in?”

Elyse then turned her questioning gaze to Gavin, who rapped his knuckles on the table, directing his words to

Elyse. “Focus on the form, Elyse. Don’t get distracted.”

Elyse’s eyes dropped back to the paper, but her ears strained to catch every word. Gavin led Freda to the

garden, leaving Elyse behind, curiosity burning in her chest.

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Once they were outside, Gavin rubbed his temples in exasperation. “What do you want now, Freda? The

apology’s done. Elyse hasn't said anything about you. Why don’t you just go hand mind your own

business?”

Freda’s eyes glistened with feigned innocence. “Why are you trying to get rid of me? | really want to make up for

my mistakes. Drivingaway feels like you're not willing to accept me.”

Gavin's patience was wearing thin. He forced a smile. “Freda, are you playing sgames with me? What's your

real motive? Just say it.”

Freda’s gaze shifted, and she replied shyly, “I want your phone number. | really want to help you out with

something. Can you givea chance?”

Gavin's face darkened. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Freda crossed her arms, her chin jutting out defiantly. “If you won't giveyour number, it's obviously because

you despiseand you never forgave me!”

Gavin let out a wry laugh. “Believe what you want.