Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

Ghost

Bryce knocked on the door for what felt like an eternity, but no one bothered to answer.

Meanwhile, his stomach growled in protest. He glanced back at the boiled cabbage on the table. Disgust filled his eyes, but hunger pushed him to pick up the plate and eat. One dish didn't satisfy his hunger, leaving him even more frustrated.

"Let's just see. One day, I'll trample you two, and you'll be begging at my feet!"

Bryce seethed, his anger boiling over as he hurled the plate to the floor, shattering it. With that, he turned and headed to bed, stomach still empty.

In the dead of night, he jolted awake, groggy and disoriented. Fumbling for his phone, he realized it was already midnight.

He dragged himself out of bed, muttering, "I'm starving!"

Hunger still gnawed at him. He wanted to get something to eat, so he stumbled to the kitchen. When he opened the door, he found that it could be opened.

He proceeded downstairs in a cheerful moog, not realizing that the first-floor living area was noticeably darker than normal. There was no moonlight coming in through the window. Rummaging through the fridge, he searched for anything to eat. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Ignoring it, he continued his search. Another tap, this time on the opposite shoulder, made him turn around.

"Who's there? Quit bugging me!" Bryce snapped, but there was no one behind him.

Confusion washed over him, and he mumbled, "Must be losing my mind from hunger. It's just my imagination, right?"

He resumed his search, but another touch, this time on his back, sent shivers down his spine. Bryce spun around, but there was still no one there.

"Who's playing games? Show yourself!" His voice trembled with fear.

Memories flooded back from his childhood, of a similar haunting experience.

'A ghost stroked his face, kicked his butt, and followed him when he woke up at midnight. He was

so terrified back then that he hurried into the bathroom and collapsed on the floor.

That "ghost" was his nightmare growing up!

Had the "ghost" returned to him after all these years?

"Is it you? Back to haunt me again? Can't you find someone else to bother?" Bryce's voice quivered as he spoke to the silence.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

With no response, the room seemed to close in around him, his breath the only sound.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his ankle, sending a shockwave of fear through him.

In another part of the house, Elyse was jolted awake by Bryce's blood-curdling scream.

"Something's wrong! What's happening?" she asked, turning to Jayden, only to find his side of the bed empty and cold.

It looked like Jayden was still in the study. Did he not return to sleep?

Panic rising, she wrapped herself in a shawl and hurried downstairs to find several servants already gathered there.

She turned to walk to Jayden when she spotted him, and as she did, she noticed Bryce weeping. Bryce was trembling, repeating the word "ghost" over and over.

Elyse was confused and asked, "Is he okay? Why is he speaking incoherently?"

Concerned, Elyse turned to Jayden, who explained, "He was so scared he had wet his pants by the time I found him."

Seeing Bryce's wet pants and catching the unpleasant smell, Elyse quickly took charge.

"Driscoll, get someone to take Bryce to his room, change him, and call the family doctor. We need

to make sure he's alright." Elyse frowned and carefully made arrangements.

As the servants led Bryce away, Elyse turned to Jayden, asking, "Why were you still in the study? Why didn't you come back to bed?"

Jayden took her soft hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Miss me? Let's go back to our room." Blushing, Elyse pushed him playfully, asking, "What's wrong with Bryce? How could he think there was a ghost in the house? I've never heard anything like this before."

Jayden pulled her close, planting a kiss on her lips. "Forget about him. There are no such things as ghosts. It's just his imagination."

Before Elyse could say anything, Jayden kissed her again and then led her back to their room. The next morning, Elyse found Bryce asleep on the sofa.

She noticed Bryce asleep on the sofa, while two maids were folding blankets. Confused, she asked Driscoll, "Did Bryce sleep here last night?"

Exhausted, Driscoll replied, "Yes, he refused to go to his room. We had to make a bed for him here, and we all slept in the living room with the lights on."