?<strong>Chapter 560:</strong>


    Elyse folded her arms and bit her lower lip, her resolve unyielding in her n to oust Shaun.


    As she considered this, she shot a stern look at Jayden. “You shouldn’t have let him stay.”


    Jayden responded withposure, “Tracy is his woman.”


    His words made Elyse frown. Quick to retort, Elyse said, “Tracy doesn’t want to be with him. She doesn’t belong to him.”


    “But obviously, she hasn’t managed to leave him. She tried to escape from his house, yet he easily found her,” Jayden pointed out.


    He then leaned forward and advised Elyse, “I suggest we let them talk. It would be best if they could part ways amicably.”


    After a moment’s thought, Elyse found merit in his suggestion and reluctantly consented.


    The following day, Tracy didn’t rise until noon. She then strolled into the living room at a leisurely pace.


    Upon entering, she noticed a man seated on the sofa, his back to her. Mistaking him for Jayden, she was about to greet him when he turned around, revealing himself and catching Tracy’s frightened gaze.


    Shaun regarded Tracy with a gentle expression, disregarding her evident fear. He stood and tried to be gentle. “Hello, darling. Are you hungry?”


    Seeing Shaun made Tracy tremble with fear, and she quickly cried out, “Don’te near me! Stay away!”


    Noticing Tracy’s apprehension, pain flickered in Shaun’s eyes. He reassured her, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll stay right here and won’te any closer.”


    Once Tracy felt assured that Shaun would maintain his distance, she settled somewhat. Still cautious, she inquired, “Where’s Elyse?”


    “She’s out in the garden. She didn’t know when you’d be up. Should I call her over?” Shaun’s demeanor remained courteous and considerate, yet Tracy recalled how this very gentleman hadpletely disregarded her feelings in private.


    She involuntarily shivered and looked away, avoiding Shaun’s gaze. Without another word, Shaun pursed his lips and made his way to the garden.


    There, Elyse was taking a slow walk, bundled in a heavy coat. She ced her hand gently on her abdomen, which was not yet visibly rounded.


    Driscoll, who was apanying her, spotted Shaun approaching and promptly alerted her, “Shaun ising our way.”


    Turning slowly, Elyse asked, puzzled, “What are you doing here?”


    Shaun exined, “Tracy is awake. She’s in the living room looking for you.” He lingered, making no move to leave.


    Elyse ignored him, brushed past, and hurried towards the living room. Driscoll followed her closely, advising cautiously, “Please walk slowly. Be mindful of your steps.”


    Shaun did not follow; he understood Tracy’s desire not to see him and remained in the garden, waiting for her readiness.


    Back in the living room, Driscoll assisted Elyse with her heavy coat.


    After shedding her coat, Elyse settled beside Tracy, taking her hand with a look of concern. “Are you all right? Did Shaun do anything to upset you?”


    “No, he didn’t do anything,” Tracy responded, her eyes filling with tears. “I’m terribly hungry. My stomach is growling. Could someone please make me some cakes?”


    Relieved, Elyse replied, “Absolutely.”


    She caught Driscoll’s eye, who smiled reassuringly and made his way to the kitchen. “They’ll be ready in no time. You won’t have to wait long,” Elyse assured her gently.


    Tracy nodded, her gaze drifting anxiously toward the living room door. “Why is Shaun here? Does he intend to take me back?”


    Elyse didn’t conceal the truth. “He mentioned he wants to talk to you.”


    Disbelief widened Tracy’s eyes. In her view, Shaun had always been a tyrant, never heeding her cries or considering her feelings.


    After a pause, she voiced her suspicion. “Is this just a scheme? Is he nning to reveal his true selfter?”


    “If he tries to deceive you, I’ll make sure he can’t find you again,” Elyse dered firmly.


    Tracy frowned, her voice tinged with despair. “Shaun is relentless. No matter where I go, he finds me.”


    Seeing Tracy’s somber expression, Elyse yfully tweaked her nose to lighten the mood. “It seems you know him all too well.”


    A forced smile crept across Tracy’s face. “I once loved him deeply. How could I not understand him?”


    Elyse, probing deeper, asked, “Do you truly no longer love him?”


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