?<strong>Chapter 410:</strong>


    Fiona’s scream for help pierced through the night air, grating on the drunkard’s ears. He shoved her to the ground, his clumsy hands fumbling at her trousers.


    “Help! Somebody help me!” Fiona cried out, fear coursing through her as she struggled desperately.


    Suddenly, a wave of despair washed over her. Her exposed skin felt cold against the harsh pavement, and a chilling premonition settled in her gut.


    Fiona squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the worst.


    An unexpected, high-pitched yelp from the man on top of her shattered the oppressive silence.


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    She peeked through one eye to find him hoisted high in the air, dangling like a trussed chicken. The sight was so ludicrous.


    Shaking off the initial shock, Fiona scrambled to her feet and pulled her trousers back up. Glowering at the now-pale drunkard, she felt a mix of sha50and anger bubble inside her.


    “Thank you, sir,” she said, her voice shaky but resolute. “Would you mind calling the police for me?”


    The drunkard’s face drained of color. The weight of his actions hit him hard. He had not meant for things to escte, just to relieve some tension. Now, the prospect of a police encounter filled him with dread.


    Jayden, his face obscured by a mask, quirked an eyebrow. Did this woman think he’d babysit her and deal with the cops?


    With a grunt of annoyance, he delivered a swift blow to the back of the man’s neck. The drunkard crumpled to the ground, instantly unconscious.


    Jayden tossed the unconscious man aside and dusted his hands off in disgust, clearly eager to be on his way.


    “Wait! I owe you a debt of gratitude. Let me at least—” Fiona trailed off, flustered.


    Jayden recognized her as Elyse’s studio mate. He wouldn’t have interfered if not for that connection.


    “No need,” he muttered, his voice gruff.


    Staring at Jayden, Fiona suddenly noticed his towering stature and robust build. Despite the mask concealing his face, she couldn’t help but find the man who hade to her aid undeniably handsome.


    Lost in thought, Jayden couldn’t help but think about Elyse, who was still burning the midnight oil at the studio. He’de to pick her up.


    Sensing his intention to leave, Fiona grabbed his arm, her voice filled with nervous excitement. “Hold on a second! Can I at least get your phone number?”


    Jayden brushed her hand away with a hint of impatience. “Look, I just helped you out. No big deal. Rx.” Briefly, the thought flickered across his mind that this woman might be trouble.


    Fiona, flustered by his blunt rejection, found herself speechless.


    As he walked away, she watched him go, then raised her hand to her cheek, a dreamy smile on her lips.


    It wasn’t a soft touch, but there was a raw masculinity about him that resonated with her.


    “If only I could see him again,” she sighed, gazing wistfully at the ground.


    Half an hourter, Elyse emerged from the studio, a tired sigh escaping her lips.


    Ten minutes had morphed into thirty, all thanks to Gavin’s guidance. Now, her stomach was grumbling in protest.


    Just then, the honk of a car jolted her out of her thoughts.


    Turning towards the sound, she spotted a familiar car parked at the curb. The window rolled down, revealing Jayden’s handsome face.


    A smile spread across her face, and she practically skipped over to the car. The driver had already opened the door for her.


    “Thank you,” she chirped sweetly, sliding into the car beside Jayden. “What are you doing here?”


    Jayden shot her a yful re. “It’s almost nine,” he grumbled.


    From the front seat, the driver chimed in, “Mr. Owen hasn’t eaten dinner yet because he was waiting for you. He went out around seven and waited for you to get off work. Very thoughtful of him, wouldn’t you say?”


    “You talk too much,” Jayden muttered, a hint of amusement in his voice.


    Elyse’s heart melted at Jayden’s concern. “You shouldn’t have waited,” she said, her voice thick with affection. “I’m starving. Can we go home and eat?”


    “Get us home,” Jayden ordered, raising his hand to ruffle her hair yfully.


    As soon as they arrived home, Elyse hurried to the dining room. Spotting Tracy, she nervously inquired, “Tracy, were you waiting for me to have dinner together?”


    Tracy nodded and replied, “Yes, how could I eat without you being here?”


    “Apologies for making you wait,” Elyse said, never anticipating that both Jayden and Tracy would patiently wait for her to return home for dinner.


    Tracy nced at Jayden and teased, “Well, you know, I can do anything your husband can.”


    Amused, Jayden remarked, “Really? Can you do everything?”


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