Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

Chapter 339 Jane Wasn't Her Name.

Morgan tenderly touched the violin strings, her eyes reflecting a trace of nostalgia. She queried, "Do you know how to play the violin? May I have the honor to hear you play it for me?" Immediately, Elyse agreed with a nod, grasping the violin. "What piece would you like? I'm happy to play whatever you choose."

Atitle quickly surfaced in Morgan's mind. "Could you play 'Nocturnes'2"

"Of course," Elyse replied, settling into position and beginning to play the violin.

While Tracy was indulging in her cake, a gentle breeze whisked past, carrying the notes of the

music. She shut her eyes briefly as the breeze brushed by and when she opened them again, she was surprised to find tears rolling down Morgan's cheeks.

Once the music concluded, Elyse noticed Morgan's tear-stained face and swiftly grabbed a napkin to gently wipe her tears away. Worried, she inquired, "What's wrong? Why the tears?" Embarrassed, Morgan accepted the napkin, turned her head away, and patted her eyes dry. "I'm sorry for breaking down. I don't know why, but the music moved me profoundly." "Nocturnes can be quite stirring," Elyse remarked, nodding in understanding.

Morgan quickly pulled herself together and, smiling at Elyse, plimented her, "Your performance was spectacular. Do let me know if you plan any concerts. I'd certainly

Elyse fidgeted, looking unfortable. "I've actually been let go from the orchestra. Organizing a concert might be hopeless."

Morgan forted her, "That's their loss. Even for someone like me, who isn't musically inclined, your music is forting."

"Il put even more effort into organizing a solo concert then," Elyse responded, visibly encouraged by Morgan's words.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Stop talking and e here to eat some cake. I can't finish it by myself," Tracy called out. She was nearly done with her

Elyse set the violin down and joined Tracy, selecting a slice of chocolate cake and pairing it with a cup of black tea.

Meanwhile, Morgan remained still, pressing her hands against her temples, looking visibly uneasy. She couldn't quite articulate to Elyse what she had experienced. Watching Elyse play, Morgan thought she saw a man standing next to her. His face was unclear, but his outline was distinct, mirroring Elyse's posture with a violin in hand. As the music peaked, their movements synchronized.

Morgan couldn't recognize the man, yet felt an eerie familiarity, as if he was of great significance to her.

"Ouch!" A sudden throb in her head made Morgan wince, her heart pounding as if ready to burst. She squatted down, grimacing as an inexplicable voice echoed in her mind.

"Have you been arguing with your mom again? I'm not sure how to help. Should I play 'Nocturnes for you? The music might make you cry."

"People often hide their emotions, finding it difficult to openly express joy or sadness. As a violinist, my role is to understand these hidden emotions and provide music that resonates deeply."

"Jane, I've decided that I want to spend my life with her. We imagine a future filled with an adorable child. Maybe we need you babysit our kid. And they will call you Aunt

"Jane, can you check if this area is a good place to live? I'm considering buying a house here." "Jane, do you know the location of that restaurant?"

"Jane... Jane...

As conversations replaying in her minds, she felt suffocated. Her name wasn't Jane! And she wouldn't be their

Morgan suddenly struggled to breathe. Was a lost memory resurfacing? Did she recognize the man who kept calling her "Jane"? Had she been his helper in the past?

Flooded with thoughts of the man, Morgan found herself wanting to punch him in the face. Yet, under the veneer of anger, there was a profound sadness that made it difficult for her to catch her breath.

"Morgan, are you okay?" Seeing Morgan's evident distress, Elyse stood and walked over to her. Morgan raised her eyes to meet Elyse's.

Elyse, her face etched with concern in the soft light, noticed Morgan's bewildered expression and asked again, "Are you okay? Should I call a doctor for you?"

In Elyse's concerned gaze, Morgan saw that man again, his expression filled with worry as he asked, "Are you alright?"

Morgan whispered back, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."