?<strong>Chapter 401:</strong>


    His thrust caught Elyse off guard, eliciting a whimper. Not getting the answer he craved, Jayden spanked her. The sudden move startled her, intensifying her cries. He sank his teeth into her shoulder, a growl escaping his throat. “Not talking, are you?” Elyse shook her head frantically. “No, I want to be all yours.”


    A satisfied smirk yed on Jayden’s lips as he intensified his efforts. Aching with desire, Elyse yearned for nothing more than to be ravished by Jayden. The bathroom grew thick with heat, the mirror fogging with condensed water that trickled down like silent tears. Her gasps of pleasure, initially bright and eager, faded over time, reced by hoarse moans. Finally, at the peak of ecstasy, she sumbed, losing consciousness and fainting.


    Exhausted, Jayden cradled the unconscious woman, his own breaths ragged. Recovering his strength, he peeled off her damp clothes, gently cleaning her before carrying her back to the bedroom. Standing by the bed, he gazed at Elyse. He hadn’t anticipated such a satisfying encounter, born out of maniption. A seed of possibility sprouted in his mind; perhaps there was more to explore here.


    With brisk efficiency, Jayden showered and left the room. Driscoll, bewildered, stammered, “Mr. Owen, aren’t you using the wheelchair? Elyse is asleep.” Jayden replied curtly, “Dinnerter.” Driscoll, though confused, obeyed, pushing back dinner time.


    Two hourster, Elyse stirred awake. Groaning at the soreness radiating from her waist, she struggled to her feet and shuffled out of the room, her legs trembling. Jayden, seeing her enter, asked softly, “Hungry?”


    Elyse, sensing his improved mood, understood her bathroom initiative hadn’t been in vain. Previously, worry had gnawed at her; she couldn’t bear the thought of Jayden spiraling into depression after Brook’s humiliation. She reached the table with a grimace as Driscoll instructed the maid to serve the meal. The sight of food was a wee sight to Elyse. “Your favorites,” Jayden said, gesturing to the spread. “Eat up.”


    Elyse beamed and dug into her meal. Just then, Driscoll reappeared, his voiceced with urgency. “Security called, Mr. Owen. Tracy’s here.” Elyse’s eyes darted to Jayden, who gave a curt nod. “Show her in.”


    Following the order, Driscoll escorted Tracy inside. Elyse rose to greet Tracy, her heart sinking at the sight of her friend. Dust covered Tracy like a second skin, as if she’d rolled in the dirt. Jayden joined them, spotting the raw wound on Tracy’s knee. Discreetly, he murmured to Driscoll, “Call the doctor.” Driscoll nodded and hurriedly made the call.


    Elyse grabbed Tracy’s hand, concern etched on her face. “What happened?” Tracy offered a wry smile. “Mind if I crash at your ce for a while, Elyse? I’m in a bind and can’t go home.” Elyse’s brow furrowed. “What’s going on? Weren’t you filming?” Tracy hung her head, her voice barely a whisper. “Kicked out after a few days. Because of Shaun.”


    Elyse’s eyes widened. “Shaun? What did he do?” Tracy’s throat tightened, her voice thick with hurt. “He bought my agency and gave all my jobs to someone else. My agent told me to beg for mercy, but I refused. So he cut me off, threatened to cklist me in the showbiz.” Tears streamed down her face as she continued, her voice thick with emotion. “Furious, I confronted him today. He demanded I sleep with him. When I refused, he tried to trap me. I snuck out of the bathroom, dropping my phone in the process. Had to walk all the way here.”


    Elyse cursed under her breath, a torrent of fury rising within her. “That bastard!” Tracy, tears streaming down her face, choked out, “He controls my career, Elyse. Shaun wants to ruin me. I hate him.” Witnessing Tracy’s despair, Elyse turned to Jayden, seeking his help.


    Clearing his throat, Jayden took charge. “You can stay here for now, Tracy. Put your career on hold. We need to figure out what Shaun wants.”


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