Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 868

Chapter 868:

“Gavin toldEdward was his friend,” Elyse recalled firmly. She was sure of her memory.

Cody nodded and explained, “Yes, Edward and Gavin are friends. They connected through Simon and me. Since

they're different ages, they've never competed against each other.”

Elyse touched her chin, now fully understanding the connection to Edward's mentor.

“By the way, Edward is here too. Would you like to meet him?” Simon sipped his drink, smirked, and added,

“He’s been moping around all day after finishing second. He just started feeling hungry and went off to the food

area.”

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Elyse paused to think for a moment. Realizing she needed to discuss more with Edward, she nodded in

agreement and decided to look for him.

Elyse said to Cody, “Mr. Tucker, I'm heading out to meet Edward.”

Cody nodded and smiled warmly. “Enjoy yourself. Grab a bite if you're hungry. I've got sfriends coming by.”

Elyse acknowledged softly, “Okay.” She then turned to Irving with a quiet inquiry, “Irving, will you join me?”

“No, I'll stay here. Go ahead,” Irving replied, settling next to Cody with little intention of moving.

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“Alright then, I'll go alone,” Elyse stated, then turned and briskly walked away.

As she departed, Simon remarked to Cody, “Elyse sure follows orders well. | wish Edward was as compliant.”

Cody let out a laugh. “Let it go. Edward's just full of character. A loss might actually do him sgood—keep

him from getting too cocky.”

Simon glanced around nervously before probing, “Does Elyse have a boyfriend? Maybe she and Edward could

talk and bond?”

Cody’s expression clouded momentarily. “Stay out of their personal affairs,” he cautioned sternly.

Simon chuckled awkwardly, “Just thinking of mixing things up a bit.”

Meanwhile, Elyse reached the food section and spotted Edward fervently tearing into a chicken leg.

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Edward was plowing through chicken legs, alternating bites with sips of red wine, his zeal unfazed by his recent

defeat. Observing him, Elyse couldn't reconcile his voracious eating with the image of someone disheartened by

a loss.

After polishing off the chicken legs, Edward reached for sgrilled shrimp. Just as he was about to grab a few,

Elyse approached and inquired, “Do you know where | might find slamb chops?”

Edward paused, his face clouding over as he muttered, “How should | know where the lamb chops are? I'm not

really hungry. Just picking at things.”

Catching the pretense in his tone, Elyse offered a slight smile and teased, “I just watched you happily devouring

those chicken legs. No need to play it down with me.”

Caught off guard, Edward quickly grabbed his wine glass, covering his embarrassment, and retorted, “Why didn’t

you mention you were here? Watchingin secret? Could it be...” boldly, he inquired, “You like me?”