Bound By Love: The Disabled Husband

Chapter 1838

Chapter 1838:

Still, Peyton wasn’t about to let her off the hook. She had made her mess, and she would have to own up to it.

She had to beg him to stay.

“So, you decided to cafter me?” he said coolly, locking his gaze on her. “Weren't you just throwing a

tantrum? And tellingto leave? Now that I'm actually leaving, what's all this?”

Aileen didn’t respond. He took her silence as admission of guilt and forged ahead. “I've been too good to you,

and you keep takingfor granted.”

Her quiet stretched longer, but instead of replying, she tightened her grip on him, her arms winding around him

like she feared he'd vanish. He couldn’t shake her off.

“Don’t think this changes anything.” Peyton suppressed that fleeting satisfaction and forced his tone to stay icy.

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“I'm not forgiving you that easily.”

Still, she said nothing. And something in her silence made him uneasy. His hands found her face, tilting it up so

he could see her properly. Her eyes were glazed, cheeks flushed with unnatural heat. She was practically burning

up.

His stomach dropped. “Were you drugged?”

Aileen’s lashes fluttered as she swayed toward him. “Peyton, don’t go,” she whispered. “I feel terrible. Hold me.”

His arms instinctively tightened around her. Without another thought, he scooped her up, his mind racing. He

had to get her to a hospital.

As he turned, his gaze snagged on someone. DeWitt. He stood a few feet away, his face twisted in frustration as

he watched Aileen nestled in Peyton's arms.

So, it was that creep. Peyton filed the revelation away for later. DeWitt was going to pay for this.

But Aileen’s weak voice snapped his attention back. “Where are we going?”

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“The hospital,” he replied, though his own body was burning for an entirely different reason. Her warmth, her

scent—it was driving him insane. But taking advantage of her in this state? That was out of the question.

Aileen pouted, her arms winding tighter around his neck. “Why not a hotel? Are you really that mad at me? Don't

you wantanymore?”

Her words chipped away at what little restraint he had left. He let out a slow breath. “I want you,” he admitted,

“but you need a doctor.”

Aileen groaned, pressing her forehead against his. “But | don’t want to go to the hospital,” she mumbled. “I want

to go to a hotel.”

Peyton's refusal was instant, firm. “No. You're too young. | won't do that.”

Aileen stiffened, frustration flashing in her fevered eyes. She felt awful, and here he was—rejecting her?

Before he could react, she yanked him closer and kissed him.

Peyton was losing control, his grip tightening. The heat between them surged, but—damn it. He had to stay in

check.

He pulled back, barely restraining himself, but Aileen wasn’t done. Her voice cracked in a desperate, choked

sound. “You've touchedbefore. Why are you acting like such a gentleman now?”

Peyton went rigid. “What did you just say?”

Tears brimmed in her eyes, her voice a trembling echo. “I said... you've toucheddown there. Why are you

acting like such a gentleman now?”

Aileen murmured, “I'm feeling awful. Just caresslike you did last time.”