Chapter 789:
Elyse paused, then responded, “You might be right, but I really think we should stay clear of it.” She recalled Gavin was already at the accident site.
Edward tried to persuade her. “We’ll sneak a quick peek and be back before you know it. If you feel like practicing later, I’ll join you.”
After hesitating, Elyse succumbed to curiosity and agreed to accompany Edward to the mall. Upon arrival, they bumped into Gavin, directing the investigation.
Gavin looked from Edward’s mischievous grin to Elyse. “Did you two come to the mall together?”
Caught off guard, Elyse was speechless. Edward replied swiftly, “I needed her help picking up violin strings. Thinking of the car accident, we came by for a quick check.”
Gavin scowled and advised, “Do your shopping quickly and go back.”
Elyse nodded. “Understood, Gavin. We’ll make it quick.”
Gavin didn’t doubt Elyse, but turned to Edward, who smiled brightly. He set a document aside, scrutinized Edward, and asked, “Do you have to take Elyse just to get violin strings? Edward, I told you to keep your distance from her.”
Elyse overheard and looked at Edward with suspicion.
Edward poked Gavin’s chest, his voice aggrieved. “I just wanted Elyse to come shopping with me. What’s wrong with that?”
Gavin’s expression hardened. He stepped back, wiping the spot Edward had poked. “Can you try acting normal? Stop being so unpredictable.”
Edward became subdued, then looked at Elyse. “Come on. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can get back. Otherwise, Gavin will think I’m up to something.”
Elyse remained silent.
Edward led Elyse into the mall, winding through several turns before reaching an alley. Elyse glanced around, noticing the old buildings.
They stopped before a shop with a gleaming glass facade. Edward motioned toward it. “This shop specializes in violins; it’s been here for over a hundred years. Their selection is unmatched.”
Elyse’s curiosity piqued. “You seem to know it well. Do you come here often?”
“That’s right. I’m a regular.” Edward leaned closer, his voice conspiratorial. “I love this place. I usually don’t tell anyone about it. Only you.”