Chapter 963:

What could be so critical that he couldn’t spare a moment to respond? Elyse bit her lip, feeling upset. She also felt a hint of fear that Jayden might not return alive. But why should it matter to her if Jayden couldn’t make it? They were already divorced. Even if he passed away, it had nothing to do with her. Yet, the thought of Jayden dying made her heart heavy.

Confused by her feelings, Elyse decided to distract herself by playing her violin. The butler had mentioned there was still some time before dinner.

She got out of bed, picked up her violin case, and headed downstairs. After inquiring with the butler about where she could practice, she made her way to the small garden at the back of the building.

The garden was modest, about the size of a soccer field, and much smaller than the one they had passed earlier. Edward often practiced there too, which might explain his dissatisfaction with its size.

Just as Elyse was about to open her violin case, she was suddenly drenched by a cold downpour from above. Startled, she screamed and looked up to see a woman leaning out of a second-floor window.

The woman was striking, with long, smooth hair cascading over her chest, adorned with a red bow headband that added an elegant charm to her look.

Angered, Elyse yelled, “Who are you? Why did you pour water on me? Don’t you realize how dangerous that is?” The woman looked down haughtily, her chin held high. Without remorse, she replied, “I knew it was you down there, so I did it intentionally. You’re Elyse, right? Leave Moon Palace. You don’t belong here.”

Elyse retorted, “Do you think I’ll leave just because you tell me to? Who do you think you are?” Quickly, she inspected her violin, relieved to see it was still dry. However, her mood for playing had vanished.

“You want to know who I am? Very well, I’ll grace you with my name,” the woman said before withdrawing from the window.

Elyse took some tissues from her pocket and began drying herself off quietly.

Soon after, the woman appeared downstairs. She was clad in shiny boots and black stockings that accentuated her slim, elegant legs. Her black coat and wool sweater added a chic touch to her ensemble, perfect for the snowy weather.

She moved with poised grace, in stark contrast to Elyse, who felt disheveled and bulky in comparison.

“My name is Louise Miller. I’m engaged to Edward, and both our families have given their blessing,” Louise announced, crossing her arms like a monarch. “So, are you intimidated now?”

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