?<strong>Chapter 463:</strong>


    When Elyse awoke that morning, exhaustion weighed heavily upon her. She nced around, noticing the neatness of the other side of the bed. Jayden hadn’t returned the previous night.


    Her heart filled with a wave of bitterness as she gently touched her belly and murmured in sorrow, “Sweetie, your dad is really upset with me. Do you think I’ll actually be kicked out?”


    Her baby, still too undeveloped to understand, offered no reply.


    Elyse remained seated for a few moments to ease her tiredness before she slowly made her way downstairs.


    Upon seeing her, Driscoll greeted her with concern, “Good morning. Are you feeling better today?”


    Managing a smile, Elyse replied, “Yes, much better, thank you. Where’s Jayden?”


    With a hint of embarrassment, Driscoll answered, “He left for work early this morning.”


    Elyse hesitated, then asked, “So, he’s still upset with me and hasn’t forgiven me, right?”


    Driscoll found himself at a loss for words. Jayden’s demeanor when he left didn’t appear angry, but he hadn’t spoken to Elyse sincest night.


    From Driscoll’s hesitation, Elyse concluded that forgiveness was still far off.


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    She had been too afraid to confess her pregnancy to Jayden following his outburst, fearing his reaction might be to suggest ending it. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing her child.


    With her thoughts in disarray, Elyse was unsure of her next steps.


    Seeing her distress, Driscoll offered words offort, “Please don’t lose heart. I know Mr. Owen well. He may appear stern when angry, but he’s trulypassionate at heart. He’s bound to forgive you soon.”


    A smile lit up Elyse’s face as she looked toward the study and responded, “I’m confident he will forgive me.”


    Driscoll nodded in agreement. “Why don’t you have some breakfast? The kitchen has made cherry jam from the freshly picked cherries, which are quite tart this season and better suited for jam.”


    Surprised, Elyse inquired, “When did the cherries arrive?”


    Driscoll exined, “Mr. Owen had us order some for you. Finding fresh ones was a challenge, so they didn’t arrive until nearly 9 PMst night. The chef even remarked on how sour they were.”


    Curiosity piqued, Elyse asked, “Is there any fresh cherry left? I’d like to try.”


    “There are some left, but they’re quite tart,” Driscoll cautioned.


    Elyse shook her head dismissively. “That’s fine, I’d still like to taste them.”


    Driscoll nodded and quickly had a servant bring some cherries to the dining room.


    A te of fresh cherries, glistening red against the white te, was ced before Elyse, sparking her appetite. She picked one up and took a bite.


    Driscoll watched, expecting her to spit it out, but to his surprise, she kept eating. He asked, “Aren’t they too tart for you?”


    Caught off guard, Elyse paused for a moment before responding, “Oh, yes, they are quite tart, but I can handle it.”


    She quickly finished the te of cherries, licking her lips and seemingly eager for more, her earlier irritation forgotten.


    Driscoll stared in astonishment. “If you’d like more, I can have another te brought to you.”


    “That would be wonderful,” Elyse replied with a nod. “I’d love more. They are delicious.”


    Driscoll himself went to the kitchen to fetch more cherries. He wondered if perhaps the cherries were actually sweet and the chef had mistakenly tasted a sour one.


    Curious, he picked one up and bit into it. Grimacing, he eximed, “Jesus! This cherry is incredibly sour.”


    Yet, Elyse seemed to love them and didn’t find them too sour at all. Driscoll couldn’t help but think how peculiar her taste was.


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