Chapter 972:

At the Moon Palace, office lights flickered against the evening sky, casting long shadows in the hallways. Edward emerged from the conference room, rubbing his aching temples in frustration. Remnants of Charlie’s gang had resurfaced, attempting terrorist attacks to disrupt the city’s peace and stability.

With Jayden’s help, Edward had finally dealt with Charlie and most of his men—a longstanding nuisance. He had looked forward to a peaceful life, but chaos seemed to be returning.

Deeply irritated, he muttered wearily, “Get me some food. I’m starving. Those old men hold endless meetings and never get anything done. The first thing I’ll do when I take power is fire them all.”

The butler replied, “Please head to the dining room. Your meal has been prepared.”

Edward nodded and made his way to the dining room. As he ate, a thought struck him. “Has Elyse eaten yet? She isn’t skipping meals because of Louise, is she?”

“Elyse has eaten. Louise didn’t want to eat, but Elyse comforted her and convinced her to eat as well,” the butler replied. After a moment, he added cautiously, “Sir, perhaps you should check on Louise later. She seems genuinely upset.”

After finishing his meal, Edward hesitated, then nodded and headed upstairs.

Louise was lying on her bed, engrossed in a book. Hearing the knock, she frowned and asked impatiently, “Who is it?”

Edward cleared his throat and replied, “It’s me.”

“Edward!” Louise’s excitement was palpable. She put down her book, jumped out of bed, and ran barefoot to open the door. Seeing Edward, she immediately embraced him tightly.

Edward, exasperated, pulled her away. “What’s wrong with you? You’re not a child anymore. Stop being so clingy.”

Hating the distance his words created, Louise retorted, “I don’t care! You’re my Edward, and I will be with you forever.”

She was determined to marry him and wouldn’t allow him to keep his distance. Louise pouted, prompting Edward to say helplessly, “I’ve been really busy lately. I have to practice the violin for the tour and handle political matters. I can’t always look after you. Can you take care of yourself?”

Louise frowned, crossing her arms defiantly. “So, you’re busy for me but free for Elyse?”

Edward stroked his chin, realizing that Louise was quite perceptive.

Seeing Edward remain silent, Louise’s smug smile returned. “See? I knew it. You treat us differently. I’m your childhood friend, yet you favor her over me. You’re such a jerk!” . . .