Love the disabled tycoon

The night was late at the Theophilus family estate-the leading clan of New York-which was still busy seeing off guests. In the wedding suite upstairs, Giselle Yashashree had not yet removed her bridal gown. She sat on the bed, anxiously clenching her hands.

An unknown amount of time passed before a sound came from outside the door. Giselle's entire body grew tense, and the image of a man sitting in a wheelchair was a mere blur in her downcast eyes. She could not see the man's features clearly as the lights in the room had been extinguished.

In the darkness, her sense of hearing became incredibly acute, and the sound of him pushing the wheelchair was exceptionally clear. Hearing the movement and vaguely sensing the man's direction, Giselle grew even more nervous. She lightly licked her pink lips and spoke up. "Could you turn on the light? I can't see anything."

"It is very late, and I want to bathe." Reid Theophilus's voice was incredibly cold, as if he had been raised in an ice cellar. The sound alone was enough to make one shiver. For a man with paralyzed legs who never left the house to meet anyone and lived in gloom all day, saying he had emerged from an ice cellar was an understatement.

Hearing Reid's words, Giselle hesitated. There were only the two of them in the room, and since his legs were not functional, he clearly meant for her to help him bathe. However, she had not yet processed the fact that he had become her husband.

Seeing Giselle remain motionless, he spoke again. "Come here and help me."

His voice carried a command that brooked no refusal, and it was several degrees colder than before. An hour ago, the Theophilus family had warned her: if Reid showed even a hint of dissatisfaction, the Yashashree family would not receive a single penny. She had married into the Theophilus family specifically for the money.

Giselle stood up hesitantly. "I haven't even taken off my wedding dress yet, so it's very inconvenient. Who used to help you bathe before? I'll go call them for you."

She wanted to stall. Her mind was becoming increasingly chaotic, so she used what little sobriety she had left to negotiate with him.

"Did no one tell you why I married you?" He had lost the last of his patience and pushed his wheelchair closer to press her.

It was true that no one had told her. She had been busy with the wedding all day, and it wasn't until she was sent to this room that she realized her husband wasn't the second young master of the Theophilus family, Flynn Theophilus. The Theophilus family members had only given her a few threats so she wouldn't provoke Reid.

Initially, her mother thought it was a stroke of luck that the Theophilus family accepted her as a daughter-in-law. If she became a wealthy young mistress, the family company could receive help from the Theophilus