?<strong>Chapter 133:</strong>
After arriving home, Richie removed his hat and sunsses and copsed onto his bed. He pulled out his phone to review a video he had recorded earlier.
In the video, Elyse was deeply immersed in her violin performance, drawing in passersby who stopped to listen. She seemed like a deity of music, enchanting her audience with a sacred and mysterious allure. Once he had edited the video, he sent it to Cody Tucker, a musician friend currently overseas.
Richie had kept a secret from Elyse. The true music enthusiast in his stories wasn’t a friend but his uncle Cody, a resolute and middle-aged man nearing fifty who remained single, dedicating his life to music. Richie texted Cody with the video, saying, “My new friend who yed the violin very well and emotionally.”
Not expecting an immediate response from Cody, Richie set his phone aside and closed his eyes to rest. To his surprise, his phone soon rang. Puzzled, he picked it up and saw the caller ID. It was Cody. Shocked, he answered the call.
“Uncle Cody, what’s wrong?” Richie asked as he answered the phone, his voice filled with confusion.
“What’s the name of this girl?” Cody inquired quickly.
Richie, still puzzled, responded, “Is everything okay? You seem really excited. I only just met her today.”
Cody, finding Richie’s chatter excessive, reverted to his usual reserve and said, “Never mind that. I’ll be back soon. Please introduce me to her.”
Richie’s confusion deepened. Why was Cody so interested in a youngdy? Was it her violin skills that caught his attention? Feeling as though he had stumbled upon something significant, Richie agreed enthusiastically and ended the call.
“You’re lucky to be chosen, Elyse. Just wait and see,” he murmured to himself.
Meanwhile, Cody sat alone in front of a log cabin, watching the sunrise. Initially, he wasn’t particrly interested in Richie’s musical finds, knowing his nephew’s limited understanding of music. His patience with Richie was thin. However, when he saw the video’s thumbnail of a girl ying the violin, he feltpelled to watch it. The girl’s emotional depth while ying caught his attention. She seemed wholly absorbed in the music, though Cody noted she could still refine her technique.
After watching the video a second time, Cody sensed a familiarity in the girl’s expressive performance. She reminded him of someone. Intrigued, he yed the video again. As he stared at the girl’s face, he was struck by their resemnce. “Is this fate? There is someone who looks like you,” Cody murmured to himself.
Morning at the vi found Elyse waking up feeling exhausted and fragile, while Jayden still slept soundly beside her. She looked at him and noticed the bite marks on his neck, her cheeks warming at the memory. Last night, Jayden just wouldn’t quit, no matter how much she begged him. “He was driving me insane,” so she bit him randomly. Even after she bit him, Jayden didn’t relent. If anything, he grew even more passionate. Elyse wept, but her tears failed to move Jayden’s heart.
Reflecting on this, Elyse’s anger red once more. She felt irked seeing him peacefully asleep. Determined to retaliate, she bit him hard once again. Jayden awoke with a start, feeling the pain, and caught her in the act of seeking revenge on his chest. He grasped her chin firmly, causing tears to well up in her eyes.
“Are you ming me for not satisfying youst night?” he questioned. “Well then, I’ll make it up to you. I can’t bear to disappoint my wife.”
Struggling to speak, Elyse’s eyes widened as she managed, “I’m not dissatisfied.”
“Really? I find that hard to believe,” Jayden replied, covering her eyes and kissing her passionately. Elyse let out a soft moan as Jayden, unmoved by her difort, pressed on to satisfy her desires.
Meanwhile, Judy rose early, though she hadn’t slept well. Despite this, she persevered for the day’s ns ahead. Entering the dining room, she discovered breakfast nearly prepared. Noticing Jayden’s absence, she queried Driscoll, “Jayden hasn’te downstairs yet. Should I go upstairs to call him?”
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