?<strong>Chapter 342:</strong>
After spending the entire day with Elyse, Morgan and Tracy were getting ready to leave. Elyse escorted them to the door, her tone wistful as she said, “Feel free toe by anytime when you’re free.”
Tracy responded with a yful twinkle in her eye, “The food here is too good. If I end up gaining weight and can’t act anymore, I’ll just move in and have you provide for me.”
Elyseughed, “Alright,e live with me then. We’ll have delicious meals every day.”
Tracy smiled, satisfied, “I won’t worry about notnding roles anymore. If I ever run out of money, I’ll juste live with you.”
While they were chatting, Jayden and Taylor joined them. Elyse was surprised to learn of Taylor’s departure. “Are you leaving too? I was hoping you’d stay for dinner.”
Taylor gave a smile and a look towards Jayden. “No, I better not. Staying for dinner might just upset someone.”
Elyse, giving Jayden a meaningful nce, insisted, “Ignore him. You should stay and join us. Driscoll mentioned there’s something special cooking in the kitchen today.”
However, Taylor declined politely, “Thanks, but I’m swamped with work today. I’ll make sure to join you for dinner next time.”
Jayden’s face darkened as he noticed his wife’s disappointment at another man’s departure. “He shouldn’t be staying for dinner. Just let him go.”
Taylor remained calm, his smile broadening at Jayden. He then turned to Elyse, waving as he said, “I really have to go now. See you next time.”
As he started to walk away, a thought struck Taylor, and he turned to Tracy. Gesturing with a crooked finger, he suggested, “Come with me.”
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Tracy hesitated, not recognizing Taylor at first. After a closer inspection, her expression shifted to shock as she pointed at him, seemingly remembering who he was. “But why does Taylor want her toe along? Did he have something important to discuss with her?”
Tracy was wary of Taylor. She knew him to be cunning, a stark contrast to Elyse’s favorable view of him. Worried about being tricked, she politely declined, “I don’t think it’s necessary.”
Yet, Taylor ignored her refusal, grabbed her cor, and led her away.
Watching this, Morgan asked, “Are they an item?”
Elyse shook her head, “No, they’re just friends.”
Morgan nodded towards Elyse and said, “Thank you, Elyse. Next time, I’d love to hear you y the violin.”
“You cane to me whenever you feel like it,” Elyse responded with a warm smile, pulling out her phone.
Morgan responded with a sincere smile and turned to Jayden, expressing her gratitude. “Thank you for your hospitality today.”
Jayden remained quiet, offering only a vague nod in response.
Once Morgan had left, Elyse finally voiced the question that had been troubling her. “Why did Taylore? Did you really owe him money?”
Jayden’s brow creased as he asked, “Is that what he told you?”
“Yes, how much do you owe? Can we manage to pay it off?”
“It’s not arge amount. Just for a cruise,” Jayden replied casually, though Elyse was too shocked to react immediately.
After a moment to collect herself, she asked, “How much does a cruise cost? Ten million dors? Twenty million?”
Jayden shrugged, trying to dismiss her concerns. “Don’t worry about it too much. I’ve taken care of it. You don’t need to be concerned.”
Elyse was still puzzled. “How did you handle it?”
Leaning back and resting his chin on his hand, Jayden said in a low tone, “Want to know? You can try guessing.”
Elyse yfully punched Jayden’s arm, eximing, “No!”
Tracy quietly followed Taylor out of the vi and got into his car, both sitting in silence during the drive. Upon arriving at her destination, Tracy thanked him, her curiosity piqued. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”
Taylor raised an eyebrow and replied, “Oh, I almost forgot. I just wanted to warn you that that asshole might decide to pay you a visit soon.”
Tracy’s face turned pale at the thought. “That’s impossible. He won’te looking for me. I have nothing to do with him.”
Taylor’s face remained expressionless. “He probably doesn’t see it that way. Men can be more possessive than you might think.”
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