Chapter 1285:

Jayden grinned and offered, “Come on, I’ll help you get ready.” Elyse swatted his hand away irritably. “I don’t need your help dressing. Move, you’re on my clothes,” she snapped. Jayden stepped back, amused, watching her fuss with the blanket. “You’re always cranky when you wake up,” he remarked, crossing his arms. Elyse shot him a pointed look. “Well, it’s good you recognize that.” Jayden watched Elyse get dressed, then they headed downstairs together. Driscoll greeted Elyse with a cheerful grin. “The chef is particularly motivated today. He’s eager to impress you.” Elyse, now aware of the growling in her stomach, smiled. “I can already smell the delicious food.” They proceeded to the dining room. True to the chef’s promise, the meal was exceptional. Elyse savored one dish after another, her enthusiasm evident. Even Jayden found his appetite growing, eating more than usual. Curious, Jayden asked, “Why has the chef outdone himself today?” Driscoll chuckled. “It’s because Elyse is home. He’s delighted.” Overhearing this, Jayden playfully raised his voice. “Why doesn’t he ever cook like this for me?” Elyse turned to him, her tone laced with mock superiority. “Do you really think you can compare to me? Hmph!” Driscoll, unfazed, added, “I believe if you were to remarry Elyse, the chef would gladly prepare meals like this every day.” Jayden suddenly felt his appetite diminish. Was there truly no one in this house who supported him? Elyse continued enjoying her meal before finally finishing and excusing herself to her room to rest. Jayden, on the other hand, returned to his study to tackle some work. Shortly after, his phone buzzed with an anonymous text message. The message was blunt and accusatory: “You murderer! You killed your own family! Go to hell!” Jayden glanced at the message briefly, his expression unreadable. Without hesitation, he deleted it and returned to his work. Though Jayden seemed unaffected on the surface, the anonymous message left a subtle imprint on his heart. The next morning, Elyse was roused by a phone call from Chloe. Still groggy, she answered, “Chloe, what’s up?” Chloe’s voice was brisk. “I’m coming to pick you up. Get up and put on a face mask. We’re heading out for a magazine shoot.” Elyse glanced at the time and frowned. “But it’s barely eight o’clock.” Chloe insisted, her tone leaving no room for argument. “We have five outfits to shoot today, and it’s going to take longer than you think. Hurry up, I’m already on my way.” . . .