Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1519:

She resisted, reaching for his phone, but he caught her hand swiftly. “Come on now, be a good girl,” he teased with gentle warmth.

Her eyebrow arched knowingly. His unusual secrecy could only mean this involved her.

Lowell captured her lips in a lingering kiss before moving to rise. “I should get to the office. I ordered you some food. It should arrive soon.”

Her fingertip traced his jawline. “Leaving already? I’ll miss you.”

“I can stay another half hour then,” he wavered.

A victorious smile curved her lips. “I knew you couldn’t stay away.”

Warmth bloomed in Lowell’s chest. He hoped he could preserve her happiness forever.

Thirty minutes later, dressed for work, he left her apartment.

Tracy lay bare in the dim light, her gaze fixed on nothing.

The doorbell’s chime eventually broke her reverie. She pulled on something quickly and opened the door to find Lowell’s promised order of food. Settling into the living room with her meal, her phone lit up with his call.

“Enjoying the food?” he asked.

“I love it. How did you know sushi was my favorite?” Tracy’s sweet voice belied her blank expression.

“Just a lucky guess,” Lowell smiled at his desk.

Tracy’s dry laugh preceded her shift in topic. “Are you at the office now? It’s pretty late. I bet you’ve got a mountain of work waiting. Aren’t your employees going to give you a piece of their mind?”

Lowell chuckled. “I’m the boss. Who dares? Besides,” his voice softened, “you gave me such an amazing night last night. I’m too happy to care about anything else.”

Tracy teased playfully, her voice dripping honey, “So you like that kind of fun, huh? Next time, I won’t go easy on you. You’ll have to keep up.”noveldrama

“I’ll keep up,” Lowell promised, satisfaction dancing across his features.

The elevator doors slid open, and his smile evaporated like morning dew. Leon’s rage-twisted features and Lucille’s distressed expression awaited him like executioners at dawn.

“I’ve got to go,” he told Tracy softly. “I’m at the office now.”

Only after her farewell did he pocket his phone and face the tempest before him. “Father, why are you here?”

Leon’s palm found its mark, cracking across Lowell’s cheek with the force of years of disappointment. “You’re the boss of this company, and you dare saunter in at this hour? What woman were you with that made you forget all about your responsibilities?”

Lowell gently pressed his cheek, his bangs shielding the turmoil in his eyes.

Lucille moved closer, her voice low and urgent. “Too many eyes are watching. Let’s not air dirty laundry here. We can talk in the office and keep things civilized.”

“Keep things civilized? I’m past caring about that!” Leon exploded. “Had I known he’d drop the ball like this, I’d never have pegged him for leadership!”

Lowell kept his cool, hearing these accusations.

Meanwhile, Lucille’s patience snapped, her glare filled with warning and resentment.

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