Chapter 102:

Elyse embraced Jayden, her voice laced with distress and accusation. "I'm so uncomfortable. Why can't you help me?"

Feeling her soft body against his, Jayden took a deep breath. "You're not thinking clearly. Let's discuss this later."

"But I feel terrible! I'm your wife, aren't I? Why won't you help me? Do you want other men to be with me?"

Jayden, unable to bear her words, grasped her face, his teeth gritted. "How can you even suggest another man touching you?"

"Jayden, you're my husband. Please help me," Elyse implored, her voice desperate as she clung to him, swaying slightly.

Taking another deep breath, Jayden asked, "Are you serious about this?"

Without a word, Elyse pulled his face to hers and kissed him passionately, her technique noticeably improved. Her body was still weak, but her emotions were palpable.

Jayden, feeling aroused, scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. As she lay on the bed, Elyse began to abandon herself, eliciting a chuckle from Jayden.

He stood beside the bed, gently lifted her face, and peered into her eyes, blurred yet filled with longing. "Once we start this, there's no going back. You'll be mine forever after tonight."

Lifting her chin, Elyse responded softly, "I've been yours for a long time already. Haven't I married you?"

"Not enough. I want more. I want your soul, your heart. Everything about you belongs to me," Jayden declared, his voice hoarse.

Confused yet compelled, Elyse took his hand and pressed it to her chest. "My heart resides here. It beats for you. It yearns for you," she confessed, her voice heavy with longing.

Already harboring feelings for her, Jayden, confronted with her confession and her increasingly overt advances, could no longer suppress his desires. "From now on, you are truly my wife."

"I always have been," she whispered.

Jayden awkwardly began unbuttoning her bra, his restraint fading as he revealed her beneath him. Elyse, finding a dizzying comfort in Jayden's presence, relaxed completely, her body responding naturally to his touch. This comfort led her to make sounds uncharacteristic of her usual self.

Hearing this, Jayden chuckled.

Breathlessly, Elyse asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"At you, you little fool," he teased gently.

In playful defiance, Elyse bit his shoulder hard. He winced but didn't voice his pain, responding with a fervor that matched her boldness. Her moans filled the room.

Meanwhile, the bodyguards outside room 1608 received a call from Driscoll. "What's going on? Why haven't Mr. Owen and Ms. Lloyd returned?" Driscoll asked anxiously.

One bodyguard peered toward the room and whispered, "Driscoll, it seems your wishes are coming true."

"What do you mean?" Driscoll asked, confused.

"It looks like we might be expecting a baby soon," the bodyguard hinted.

Driscoll's eyes widened in astonishment. After receiving confirmation, he rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Finally! They're truly together now."

The night had been wild. Elyse woke with a dry mouth, gradually opening her eyes to find Jayden's handsome face inches from hers. She stared at him, puzzled. Weren't they supposed to be sleeping in separate rooms?

Startled, she lifted the covers, noticing hickeys scattered across her body and soreness in her private areas. As she tried to piece together her thoughts, Jayden's eyes fluttered open.

"It seems you're struggling to accept what happened," he observed.

"Did I sleep with you last night?" Elyse asked, her voice dull and disoriented.

"Who else would you like to have slept with?" Jayden responded icily.

Then it hit Elyse. She had been drugged. Struggling for words, she said, "I don't clearly remember what happened."

Jayden pulled out his phone and played a recording. His voice was clear: "Are you sure you want my help? You won't regret this when you wake up, right?"

Then came Elyse's voice, filled with longing: "You are my husband. I feel bad now. Why can't you help me? Don't you want me anymore?"

After stopping the recording, Jayden smiled slightly. "I was worried you might not remember, so I made a recording. Now we have proof."

"I need some quiet time," Elyse murmured, pulling the covers over her head, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.