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“You say you have no feelings for Corrie, but your concern for her was evident the moment you encountered her.
Why does her disastrous blind date matter to you?” Elyse challenged.
Hearing that, Jayden sensed her jealousy stirring once more. “I merely asked. You're overthinking it,” he
explained helplessly.
Elyse’s heart sank at his response. “What do you mean by overthinking? Corrie is clearly targeting me, trying to
embarrass me. Didn't you notice?”
Jayden remained silent, his thoughts a mystery. Elyse felt disheartened. She turned away, sadness clouding her
eyes. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter.”
Her emotions were always dismissed, and he always remained indifferent. Observing her expression signaling a
desire to end the conversation, Jayden felt a surge of frustration.
Outside the room, bystanders were unaware of the conflict brewing between Elyse and Jayden. After escorting
Corrie from the room, Clive paid no heed to the curious onlookers as he dragged her out of the restaurant.
Corrie appeared in a mess, her high heels slipping from her feet as she was dragged away. She struggled to keep
them on. The moment Clive released his grip, she hastily slipped on her shoes and snapped, “Are you out of your
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Clive retrieved a tissue to cleanse his hands, his disgust evident. Pushing him away, Corrie demanded, “Say
something.”
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Clive met her gaze, discarding the tissue much like he had done with Corrie. “You're repulsive. Stay away from
us,” he declared before turning to leave.
Stung by the insult, Corrie reached out to grab him. Anticipating her move, Clive swiftly evaded her grasp.
Peyton approached as they argued, exasperated. “Why are you both fighting?”
Corrie scoffed. “Ask him. I've done nothing.”
“Nothing, huh? We all know you're a bitch.” Maintaining his composure, Clive questioned, “Have you forgotten
Louis Walker?”
“Louis Walker?” Hearing the name, Corrie didn’t hesitate at all. She smiled and asked, “Who the hell is he? Why
should | remember him?”
Clive’s anger was palpable, veins bulging on his forehead. At Clive’s words, Peyton's expression darkened
momentarily. Louis was also his good friend. With a solemn tone, Peyton remarked, “You've crossed a line this
time, Corrie.”
Corrie shrugged nonchalantly. “Think what you will.”
“What a cold and heartless woman,” Clive’s accusation hung in the air as he turned on his heel, striding back
into the restaurant without a backward glance. Peyton, his anger evident, offered no smile to Corrie as he trailed
after Clive.
Though seething, Corrie’s mood lifted slightly when she recalled Elyse’s earlier frustration. As Peyton and Clive
reentered the private room, they sensed the tension between Elyse and Jayden. Their eyes met, and they
resumed their seats in silence.
“The dishes are ready. Let's dig in,” Elyse declared and then took a bite. The others followed suit, but after
Corrie’s spectacle, a heavy silence enveloped the room.
After the meal, everyone departed quietly. Elyse and Jayden returned home. Driscoll approached, ready to
congratulate Elyse on her flawless performance, but as she silently retreated to her room, he noticed the
disappointment etched on her face.
Confused, he inquired, “Sir, what's wrong with her? Did you two have another disagreement?”
Jayden’s anger simmered. “She insisted on picking a fight.”
Driscoll sighed deeply. Lately, Jayden and Elyse seemed to argue more and more. What was going on with them?
“Sir, aren’t you going to appease her?” Driscoll asked hesitantly.
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nothing wrong. To him, Elyse was just being overly sensitive.
Driscoll felt uneasy. After a moment of hesitation, he ventured, “Should we still proceed with the birthday party?”
“Why not? Let's go ahead with it,” Jayden declared, his tone laced with anger.
Driscoll was left speechless; he had worried that Jayden might impulsively cancel it out of anger. Jayden’s fists
clenched. Hadn't Elyse always accused him of not appreciating and caring for her? Well, he would show her just
how much he cared for her.
Meanwhile, in the room, Elyse sat quietly, deep in thought. Eventually, she retrieved her violin and began to
practice “Erlkénig.”
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