Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1506:

A soft knock broke the tension, and his assistant stepped into the office. “Mr. Bernard,” he said, his voice polite but expectant. “I still need that document signed.”

Lowell didn’t respond. His gaze was locked on his phone, oblivious to everything else.

The assistant called his name a few times before Lowell blinked, snapped out of his trance, and finally looked up. “Yes?” he asked, his tone snapping with a mix of impatience and distraction.

“Sir, I’m here to collect the document…” the assistant said quietly, his voice soft as he stood by the door, waiting for a response.

Lowell glanced at the untouched stack of papers on his desk and then looked up at the assistant. “Give me a few minutes,” he replied, his tone calm but firm. “I haven’t read it yet.”

The assistant blinked in surprise but quickly masked it, nodding politely before quietly leaving the office. How long had Lowell been sitting there, lost in his own thoughts? Was he daydreaming, too?

Lowell stared at his phone, waiting for a reply from Tracy, but it remained as silent as a tomb. With a frustrated sigh, he tossed it onto his desk, forcing himself to dive back into the work that had been piling up.

After what felt like ages, he finally wrapped things up and grabbed his phone again. An hour had passed. Still no word. A wave of frustration mixed with anxiety bubbled up inside him.noveldrama

“Fine,” he muttered, snatching his phone up. “If you’re not going to reply, then consider this it. You won’t hear from me again.”

Just as the words left his mouth, his phone rang. Without checking the caller ID, he answered.

“Well, you’re quick to pick up, aren’t you?” Dolores’s sharp voice echoed in his ear. “I’m out of ICU, stuck in a regular room. Get me out of this hellhole. I need to see Shaun.”

For a split second, Lowell’s first instinct was to hang up. But he held himself back. “Why are you calling me?” he asked, impatience creeping into his tone. “I’m at work. I’ve got stuff to do.”

There was a pause on the other end before Dolores’s voice cut through the silence. “Lowell, come on… Are you seeing someone? Is that why you’ve been ghosting me? Haven’t even bothered to check in at the hospital?”

“I’ve been busy,” Lowell repeated. “Work’s been non-stop. That’s my priority.”

Dolores scoffed, not buying it for a second. She knew her brother too well. Even with his nose buried in work, he always made time for her. The fact that he hadn’t even sent a text or called was all too telling.

Her gut twisted with suspicion. Lowell was in love.

“Are you out of your mind?” Dolores snapped. “So now you don’t even care about me? Who is this woman who’s got you wrapped around her finger? Spill it!”

Lowell’s face contorted in disgust. “You’re out of your mind,” he sneered. “No one’s got their hooks in me!”

Dolores shrieked in disbelief, “I’m out of my mind? Who was it that swore he’d love me forever when we were kids and promised to marry me? When I turned you down, you bawled your eyes out, whining that I didn’t love you back. And now this is how you repay me?”

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