?<strong>Chapter 373:</strong>


    Jayden squeezed Elyse’s breasts so hard that she cried out in pain. “Ouch! It hurts!” Tears filled Elyse’s eyes from the pain.


    Seeing this, Jayden released his grip and lovingly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. “Good girl, take your underwear off,” he coaxed gently.


    Elyse froze. Suddenly, she realized what he wanted to do. “Is this the proof you want? You just want to sleep with me. I don’t want this. I have to visit Cody’s studio tomorrow. Go away. I’m going to sleep.”


    Elyse got off him, covered her breasts, and reached for her pajamas. Jayden frowned. “You’re not going to appease me? I’m done. I won’t do that anymore,” she snorted.


    Jayden’s face darkened. “How could she seduce him and then abruptly stop?” Jayden reached out and pulled her back, forcing her to return to his arms.


    “What do you want?” Elyse said fiercely. “I’m telling you, I don’t want to do it. Since you don’t want to talk to me, let’s stop talking and live our own lives.”


    Jayden clenched his teeth and muttered, “You are quite bold, aren’t you?” With her head held high, Elyse countered, “Of course I am. Is this the first day you’ve known me?” As she attempted to turn away, Jayden firmly pressed her down, his teeth sinking into her nipple, his supple tongue swirling and teasing, eliciting a stream of unceasing moans.


    Slowly, Jayden’s hand trailed down, grazing her underwear. With a gentle tug, it slipped down to her knees. Pinned to the bed, Elyse struggled against Jayden’s hold, her legs writhing, her underwear slipping down, pooling at her feet.


    “It’s you who refuses to speak to me first. If you don’t want to talk, then don’t. I won’t either. Just stay away from me. You’re hurting me with your bite,” Elyse seethed with anger, unable to dislodge the man fervently sucking on her nipple.


    Jayden quietly maneuvered into a position where Elysey beneath him, her head swimming so fiercely that she failed to register their altered stance. Surveying the dazed girl beneath him, Jayden’s mood lifted. He yfully pinched her soft cheek, relishing her ensuing irritation. Nibbling her ear, he murmured, “Behave. Spread your legs.”


    Initially resistant, Elyse found her legs forced apart as Jayden peremptorily initiated intercourse. Tonight, sleep would evade Elyse.


    The following morning, Elyse entered the living room with a somber expression, arms crossed, trailing behind her. Jayden appeared embarrassed. As they approached the table, Jayden attempted to grasp Elyse’s hand, but she deftly evaded, maintaining a distance. Wordlessly, Jayden withdrew his hand. Observing this, Driscoll shook his head and sighed. Yesterday’s scenario had repeated itself, only this time it was Elyse who seethed with anger.


    Furious at Jayden’s behavior, Elyse felt a sense of injustice. He had rejected her touch before, yet he had slept with her in the end. It rankled deeply. Bearing this in mind, Elyse shot a re at Jayden, who met her gaze impassively. In a timely manner, Driscoll interjected, “Mrs. Owen, I’ve provided the driver with the address of your new workce. He’ll ensure you arrive on time.”


    “Thank you,” Elyse replied, picking up a sandwich to eat. After breakfast, her anger had mostly faded. She stood and walked out of the vi. When she noticed Jayden following her, she felt uneasy. “Why are you following me?”


    “I’ll apany you to work,” he replied calmly.


    “I don’t need it. It’s only a short journey,” she said, unable to hide her frustration. Jayden frowned. “Driscoll mentioned that you’d join the other three male apprentices of Cody.”


    Elyse nodded, then paused. “Did he care that she would get along with other men?” She quickly dismissed the thought. “He wasn’t the jealous type.”


    After getting into the car, Elyse stared out the window in good spirits while Jayden watched her. Unable to resist, he took her hand. She seemed lost in thought and didn’t notice. He held her hand the entire drive. When they arrived, Jayden said, “Practice your violin and try to avoid unnecessary socializing.”


    Elyse rolled her eyes. “There are only a few people at the studio. If I don’t socialize, who will have lunch with me?”


    “I’ll ask Driscoll to join you for lunch every day,” Jayden suggested, his concern apparent.


    “No way,” Elyse snapped. “I want to build strong rtionships with other members. Stay out of my social life.”


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