Chapter 843:

Jayden’s tone softened as he reached out. “Please, let’s not end things this way. We can still talk this through. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Perhaps Aarya should take my place,” Elyse retorted coldly, turning to leave.

Jayden attempted to follow, but Elyse sharply knocked his hand away. Her gaze was frosty. “Don’t touch me. Stay away from me.”

As Elyse walked away, Jayden stood frozen, watching her departure shatter his hopes. He felt abandoned again, though he had unsaid reasons. Why was it so hard for her to see his perspective?

Overwhelmed by confusion, he finally called Peyton.

In Warsaw, Peyton was abruptly awakened and answered with irritation. “What’s the issue? It’s night here. Why not wait until morning?”

Jayden hesitated, whispering, “It seems Elyse truly despises me.”

Peyton sighed. “You’ve earned this. Perhaps solitude is your destiny.”

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Back at the hotel, Elyse reflected on Jayden’s actions, her mind swirling with frustration. Needing to escape her thoughts, she muttered about violin practice, grabbed her case, and left her room.

She didn’t exit the building, but ascended to the hotel’s sky garden. The late hour left the garden quiet and nearly empty, ideal for solitude and practice.

She was surprised to see Edward there, deep in a phone conversation.

Debating whether to approach, she moved closer and overheard him mention the “Hudson family” and a “cleanup.”

Her confusion deepened. She paused, frowning as she questioned Edward’s involvement with the Hudson family.

Edward stood, still on the phone, and said sharply, “The plan is nearing completion. The fewer people aware, the better. Understand?”

Seconds after ending the call, he departed, seemingly preoccupied and unaware of Elyse.

Elyse observed him with a mix of curiosity and concern, realizing Edward harbored secrets. noveldrama

Overwhelmed, she sighed, opened her violin case, and began to practice, seeking solace in her music.

Two days later marked the commencement of the Swan Cup Grand Final.

Elyse rose early, dressed in her performance attire, violin in hand, and left the hotel.

She entered a waiting taxi and gave the driver her destination.

However, concern washed over her as they bypassed the music hall. She urgently interjected, “You’ve missed the turn. We need to go back. Please stop.” The driver accelerated, deepening Elyse’s anxiety.

She stared at the unresponsive driver, a feeling of dread building. . . .