Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1625

Chapter 1625:

Tracy's expression dropped, disappointment flickering across her face. But a moment later, Hardy's eyes

widened. “Hold on—you have been eating a lot more lately. Are you serious? Could you actually be...?” He trailed

off, surprised by the possibility.

Tracy, still smarting from his earlier remark, blinked at him—completely blindsided by the thought.

Hardy frowned, rubbing his chin. “It's too early to tell. A test wouldn't even pick anything up yet.”

“But if | am pregnant, wouldn't that be incredible?”

A dark, almost feverish glee flashed in her eyes. “This is it! This is what I've been waiting for! Carrying Lowell's

child is the final piece of my revenge!”

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As she spiraled deeper into obsession, a storm of conflicting emotions churned inside Hardy. But in the end, he

stayed quiet, choosing instead to stand silently by her side.

After all, he had pulled her back from the edge of death. He had spent a lifeton battlefields, taking lives—but

until her, he had never saved one.

Saving her had felt, strangely, like a second chance—not just for her, but for him as well.

After a pause, Hardy said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Give it stime—a pregnancy test won't even be

accurate for a couple of months.”

Tracy nodded eagerly, but a flicker of uncertainty lingered in her eyes. What if she was wrong? What if she

wasn't pregnant after all?

She resolved that once Lowell returned from his business trip, she’d have to draw him in more often. The more

seeds she sowed, the better the chances of one taking root.

Lost in a whirlwind of tantalizing thoughts, she finally turned her gaze back to Hardy. “When all this blows over,

maybe you could sneakout of the county. | don’t see myself sticking around.”

Hardy let out a long sigh. “Let’s not put the cart before the horse. One step at a time. And withwatching your

back, you could plant roots anywhere you damn well please.”

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Tracy nodded, a newfound confidence settling over her. “You're right. I'm not that scared little girl anymore. I've

got someone powerful in my corner—someone who doesn’t hesitate to take people off the board.”

Hardy groaned, rolling his eyes. “Let's not talk about killing like it's ordering takeout. It's been a minute since

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I've done anything like that.”

Tracy pouted playfully. “Don’t you dare quit your job! If you did, you wouldn't be able to afford me.”

Hardy was left speechless.

Brook had been immersed in his work for the past two days, his focus unyielding, but in all that time, he hadn't

seen hide nor hair of Corrie. When Corrie fell into silence, he knew it often spelled the brewing of a storm.

He knew her well enough to understand that patience was key. He would wait, as he always did, for her next

move.

As the second day drew to a close, just as the night was beginning to creep in, Brook's phone rang. It was his

uncle, Jordy Owen. Brook answered calmly, knowing that whatever was to come, he had learned long ago how to

navigate his uncle's conversations.