Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 863

Chapter 863:

Noticing her downcast expression, Gavin tried to lift her spirits. “You took first place today. Don’t let this spoil

your mood. You've outshone a lot of skilled competitors to achieve this. Take pride in that.”

Feeling awkward from the compliment, Elyse looked away. “Thanks, Gavin, but please, ease up on the praises.

I'm quite shy, you know.”

Gavin chuckled. “Alright, I'll text Irving. You go ahead and meet him backstage.”

“Will do, just letchange first.”

Gavin left, and Elyse let out a quiet sigh. Despite the excitement of the win, she was weary of the constant

attention.

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After changing from her competition attire into a thick coat, Elyse grabbed her large bags and exited the

dressing room.

As she waited for Irving backstage, a hurried staff member bumped into her, sending her tumbling to the floor.

Luckily, she was bundled up in thick clothing, which protected her from injury.

“Sorry, I'm so sorry!” The staff member halted immediately, helped Elyse to her feet, and offered a hurried

apology, “Are you all right?”

Elyse gestured dismissively. “I'm okay. I've got plenty of padding on. But what's the rush? What's going on?”

The staff member looked visibly shaken as she explained in a distressed tone, “There's a man who set himself on

fire right at the entrance to the music hall. They say he couldn’t handle losing a bet on today’s competition.”

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Elyse, puzzled, asked, “What do you mean? It was just a competition. Anyone could have won.”

The staff member sighed. “You might not know, but he was a gambler. He wagered everything, hoping to win,

but when you won, his hopes were dashed.”

Surprised, Elyse responded, “People were betting on this?”

The staff member nodded. “It happens every year. Folks gamble everything they have, dreaming of a big win,

only to lose it all.”

Hearing this for the first time, Elyse struggled with the concept. With a thoughtful frown, she said, “I've never

gambled myself. It’s something | know nothing about.”

The staff member earnestly advised, “And it's better that way. Stay clear of gambling. It’s nothing but trouble.”

With that, she hurried away to address the crisis at the music hall.

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Elyse was leaning against the wall, her patience wearing thin when Irving finally showed up, notably late. She

couldn't help but blurt out, “Irving, what took you so long?”

Irving's expression soured, his frustration evident. “You wouldn't believe what happened. | was at the front

entrance of the concert hall, bidding someone farewell, when out of nowhere, a maniac sets himself on fire. Can

you guess what he was yelling as he burned?”

Elyse, taken aback, shook her head, her voice tinged with disbelief. “What on earth could he have said? That

he’d quit gambling in his next life?”

Irving let out a bitter chuckle. “It wasn’t about giving up gambling. He claimed that Edward should have won, not

you. Can you believe that?”

Realization dawned on Elyse. “Oh, so he must have placed his bets on Edward?”