?<strong>Chapter 420:</strong>
Elyse regained her bnce, then whirled around and delivered a sharp kick to Theo’s chest.
Theo grunted as he copsed onto the floor.
Bracing herself against the wall, fury in her eyes, Elyse confronted him. “You im to love me? Then how could you just abandon me? Have you forgotten your actions? You professed your feelings while courting others. Oh, and Mabel? Did you not sleep with her? Is that your definition of love?”
Elyse’s raised voice drew the attention of the concert hall staff and lingering contestants.
They witnessed a tense scene: a striking woman ring at a man who seemed untrustworthy.
A concerned onlooker approached her. “Miss, are you okay?”
Haunted by Theo’s recent actions, Elyse confessed, “He tried to harass me.”
The crowd red at Theo.
“You look decent. Why would you harass her?”
“A harasser like him deserves to be in jail.”
The murmur of calling the police grew until Freda burst through the crowd, positioning herself before Theo.
Defensive, Freda addressed the bystanders, “He’s my boyfriend, and he did not harass her. Please, don’t use an innocent man.”
Elyse gaped at Freda in shock.
Freda had witnessed everything, yet she chose to defend Theo. Overwhelmed, Elyse demanded, “If you saw everything, why didn’t you help me? Why are you maligning me?”
Freda lifted her chin defiantly, her gaze fierce. “Maligning you? My boyfriend is innocent. Perhaps you are the one with dubious intentions.”
With Freda vouching for Theo, the crowd’s suspicion shifted away from Theo and toward Elyse.
Feeling their scrutinizing stares, Elyse found herself at a loss for words. It was clear that Theo’s embrace had been forceful, and she had not fabricated the story.
Meanwhile, Theo, standing quietly behind Freda, chose to remain silent.
He watched Elyse intently, his eyes filled with a pained expression as if he were the one wronged.
While the crowd verbally berated Elyse, Theo simply observed, doing nothing to defend her.
He mused over how much simpler things would be if Elyse hadn’t screamed.
She had not objected to his hugs before, but now her scream portrayed him as a viin.
This turn of events seemed to suit Theo. He didn’t wish to harm Elyse himself; instead, he let the crowd do it, pondering whether this would make her less likely to defy him in the future.
Under the crowd’s harsh judgment, Elyse struggled to articte her side. She was unjustlybeled as promiscuous, used of seeking unwanted attention.
Her eyes, fiery with indignation, red at Theo.
Yet, Theo remained detached. He considered speaking on her behalf—if only she would ask him to.
Despite waiting, Elyse never sought his help.
Instead, she preferred to exin herself to the crowd, resisting the idea of asking anything of Theo.
Theo was frustrated, feeling that Elyse didn’t depend on him at all.
“Excuse me, let me through, please.”
Amid her struggle to respond, Elyse heard Jayden’s voice.
The crowd parted for Jayden. Lifting her gaze, Elyse saw him approaching in a wheelchair, arge bouquet of roses in hisp.
Noticing her tearful eyes, Jayden teased with a smile, “Honey, are you so thrilled to see me that you’re about to cry?”
Elyse hurried over to Jayden, her lips pressed together.
She reached to hold his hand, but instead, Jayden presented her with the flowers.
“Congrattions, honey. I heard about your rank, so I brought these flowers especially for you,” Jayden said, his smile unwavering.
Elyse, ready to share her frustrations, found herself momentarily lost in the scent of the roses, cradling the bouquet.
Jayden surveyed the onlookers and dered coolly, “She is my wife and loves only me. The idea of her seeking another man’s attention is preposterous.”
The assertiveness of his tone made the crowd hesitate, reluctant to challenge him.
Freda, however, remained skeptical. “Does she really only love you? If she truly does, why would she embrace another man?”
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