Chapter 226:

Jayden struggled to comfort Elyse. Driscoll's advice about kissing as a remedy for a weeping woman echoed in his mind, but he doubted kisses could assuage anger. Nevertheless, he decided to try; he couldn't think of a better way to soothe her rage.

Meeting Elyse's confused gaze, he kissed her cheek tenderly. He kissed her again and again. Initially resistant, she pushed against his chest, trying to repel him. Jayden, however, was undeterred. Perhaps her defiance irritated him, because he responded by biting her lip. As the kiss deepened, affectionate murmurs filled the air. He met her gaze, seeing desire mirrored back. "Don't touch me," she exclaimed, resisting as he grasped her hand.

Despite her protest, his hand found its way beneath her blouse. She continued to resist, prompting him to lower his head. He noticed her angry expression, stirring a peculiar emotion within him—a longing to see more of her expressions. "Are you still angry with me?" he whispered gently, nibbling her earlobe, causing her to tremble. She tried to pull away, but he gently pulled her closer. Blushing, she insisted, "I'm not angry."

He gazed at her silently. Her eyes brimmed with sadness, yet she maintained she wasn't upset. He regretted asking; she wouldn't tell the truth now. Cradling her tenderly, he marveled at her softness.

Upon arriving home, the driver dismissed the servants, giving them privacy. Half an hour later, Jayden opened the car door. Elyse, disheveled and tousled, leaned against him. Her complexion was flushed, her body trembling faintly. He shielded her as they exited the car, feeling satisfied. As he emerged, the wheelchair trembled, and he sensed her convulsions. With a compassionate expression, he raised his chin and looked at her. "Are you frightened?" he asked softly.

Her voice was hoarse as she averted her gaze. Jayden reached for her hand, noting her resemblance to a pet rabbit he once owned. He carried her toward the villa, noticing Driscoll and several servants at the entrance. Their calm expressions revealed no surprise. "Arrange for some food to be sent to my room," he instructed Driscoll. Driscoll nodded and led the servants to the kitchen.

"Elyse, your voice is hoarse," Jayden said. "It's late. Do you really want to eat?"

"Your stomach was growling when we were making out. I'd rather not hear it again," she retorted bluntly.

Biting her lip, Elyse punched him in the chest. "No more of that. I just want to sleep," she declared, her irritation clear.

Reflecting on his behavior, Elyse likened Jayden to a persistent dog, always biting when resisted, only intensifying the pursuit. His bite marks adorned her body.

He tenderly guided her, pressed the elevator button, and led her into his room. She expected him to give her space, but he surprised her by leading her straight to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" she asked nervously, clinging to the doorframe.

He gently released her fingers, one by one. "Didn't you mention needing a shower after… our activities? I'll assist you."

"No," she said, her face flushed, struggling to break free. He swiftly tore off her blouse buttons, scattering them across the floor.

"Stop it," she protested, covering herself.

Surveying the marks he'd left, he felt a surge of satisfaction. He reached for the showerhead and turned on the water.

Trembling, Elyse stared at him, speechless.

"Babe, remove your pants. I'll help you clean up."

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