?<strong>Chapter 210:</strong>


    Peyton realized Jayden didn’t grasp it yet; he hadn’t anticipated this level of obtuseness. After contemting for a while, he inquired, “Corrie gave you a call, and now you’re here. Why did you do as she asked?”


    Jayden responded calmly, “Certainly, there’s a motive.”


    “What motive?” Peyton pressed.


    Jayden remained silent, controlling the wheelchair as he pivoted, stating, “I’m steering clear of drinks. You’ll handle the aftermath.”


    Speechless, Peyton pleaded, “Oh,e on. All I craved was some homebound gaming.”


    Jayden departed without a backward nce, bidding Peyton farewell with a wave. Peyton pondered following suit, but Corrie seized him, coercing him to take a seat beside her.


    “Peyton, been a while. How’s the doctor gig treating you?” Corrie slurred, leaning heavily against him.


    With a grim expression, Peyton attempted to push Corrie away, but his efforts were futile. “You reek. Have you been throwing up?”


    Clutching onto him tighter, Corrie protested, “That’s harsh, Peyton. How could you say that? I don’t stink.”


    After uttering those words, a thought struck her. When she sought out Jayden, he was nowhere to be found. Thus she inquired, “Where’s Jayden?”


    Pinching his nose in disgust, Peyton didn’t mince words. “Why are you after Jayden? He’s married now. He’s not at your beck and call anymore.”


    Corrie was taken aback by this revtion. Struggling to maintain rity, she questioned, “Jayden tied the knot. When did this happen? Why wasn’t I informed?”


    Pushing aside the bottle before him, Peyton massaged his throbbing temples. “Because you’ve been studying abroad.”


    Corrie looked nk, the weight of the news too heavy to bear. After a moment, sheposed herself and remarked, “But Jayden’s bound to a wheelchair for life. Who’d willingly marry him?”


    Peyton scoffed, “Love can conquer all. What do you know? And don’t pull that stunt again. Jayden’s off-limits now that he’s married,” he warned.


    Unsettled by his words, Corrie arched an eyebrow, intrigued by the mention of Jayden’s wife. “Do you have photos of her? I’m curious to see Jayden’s true love.”


    Peyton’s response was firm. “No, she’s not my concern. Why would I keep her photos?”


    “Boring,” Corrie muttered, her demeanor somber despite the merry atmosphere around her. “Hey, sober up. Head home on your own. I’m out,” Peyton dered, rising to leave as he checked the time.


    As he made to depart, Corrie halted him, voicing her concerns. “What did I do? I sense your dislike for me. Was it because I called Jayden in the dead of night?”


    Turning to face her, Peyton cast a fleeting nce at Corrie. Amidst her uncertainty, Peyton wrestled with words, swallowing them in the end.


    “Don’t you realize you disrupted my sleep? I was out cold,” Peyton retorted.


    Corrie was taken aback but quickly rebounded. “My bad. I had no clue you were snoozing.”


    With a sigh, Peyton bid goodbye and exited. Leaving the bar, raindrops started to patter down. He tilted his head skyward, whispering, “Corrie’s back. Time to visit Louis.”


    Upon Jayden’s return, he discovered Elyse already asleep, her breathing steady, half her face veiled by covers. Jayden approached the bedside, careful not to disturb her slumber. He gazed at her peaceful visage, struck by her beauty in repose.


    Unable to resist, Jayden lightly prodded her cheek with his finger. “You’re not mad, are you?” Jayden whispered to himself.


    Wearing a slight frown, Elyse mumbled softly and shifted in her sleep. Amused by her reaction, Jayden couldn’t help but chuckle. Stepping closer, he gently lifted the covers and leaned in, reaching out to encircle her waist with his arm.


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