?<strong>Chapter 565:</strong>


    As Elyse filled out the form, Gavin returned unexpectedly soon. She nced up and asked casually, “Back already?”


    “I have nothing to say to her,” Gavin replied curtly.


    As soon as he said that, his phone buzzed. It was Fiona on the line. He informed her he was at Elyse’s ce. To his surprise, Fiona said she would join him.


    Upon hearing this exchange and learning of Fiona’s imminent arrival, Elyse suggested, “Since Fiona ising over, why don’t we all have lunch together?”


    Gavin checked his watch and shook his head. “I can’t stay for lunch. Once you two fill out the forms, I’ll sign you up and handle the rest of the process. Fiona can keep youpany.”


    Elyse nodded in agreement, not disputing Gavin’s n.


    Half an hourter, Fiona hurriedly arrived at the vi, d in a crisp white overcoat. Upon entering, she swiftly shed the coat, revealing her curvaceous figure, and casually handed it to the waiting servant.


    ncing around, Fiona didn’t see the person she wanted to see. Making her way briskly to the living room, she asked Elyse tentatively, “Elyse, where is your husband? Is he not here?”


    Seated on the sofa, Elyse casually nibbled on vitamins and didn’t bother lifting her gaze at Fiona’s inquiry. “He went to work. What do you need him for?”


    “Oh, no reason. Just curious. It’s the weekend. I thought he would be here with you,” Fiona replied, her eyes roving around the vi with keen interest.


    As Fiona wandered through the vi, she couldn’t help but be captivated by the priceless decorations and antique vases. A stirring feeling grew in her heart.


    Could any woman really have ess to these treasures simply by marrying Jayden?


    The more she gazed at them, the stronger her desire became. She couldn’t help but wander around the vi, eventually reaching the study door. Her hand poised to open it, but Driscoll intercepted her. “Miss Evans, I’m sorry. This is Mr. Owen’s study. You can’t go in.”


    “Jayden’s study?” she echoed, surprised by the restriction.


    “No one is allowed in.”


    She looked around and asked, “What about Elyse? Can she enter?”


    Driscoll gave her a strange look. “She is Mr. Owen’s wife. Of course, she can enter.”


    The implication was crystal clear: Fiona was just an outsider.


    A smile flickered across Fiona’s face, but inside, she cursed Driscoll countless times. “What a stupid butler! Maybe I could be part of Jayden’s family someday.” Fiona retorted inwardly.


    Lingering at the door for a moment, she finally stepped back reluctantly under Driscoll’s watchful eye.


    Eventually, Fiona explored other areas on the vi’s first floor. As she finished her tour, she couldn’t help but marvel at Jayden’s wealth and found herself curious about exploring Jayden and Elyse’s private space.


    Her curiosity led her to contemte peeking into their bedroom.


    With this n in mind, Fiona nced back, ensuring Driscoll and Elyse weren’t paying her any attention. Taking advantage of the moment, she quietly made her way to the second floor.


    The vi’s second-floor corridor was spacious, adorned with massive vases every few meters and expensive paintings gracing the walls.


    Walking forward cautiously, Fiona reached a corner when suddenly, a hand firmly grasped her shoulder. Startled, she turned around in astonishment.


    Tracy’splexion was pale, but her eyes shone with intensity.


    She narrowed her eyes slightly. She wasn’t well-acquainted with Fiona; they had only crossed paths a few times through Elyse. All Tracy knew was that Fiona was Elyse’s studio fellow.


    With caution, Tracy asked, “What brings you to the second floor?”


    Fiona’s motives for ascending to the second floor were impure. When Tracy directly confronted her about it, her feeble defenses crumbled like a house of cards.


    Fiona stuttered, “I just wanted to look around. I wasn’t doing anything.”


    Tracy sensed Fiona’s response was off, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint why.


    She continued, “You do realize you can’t just casually wander around someone’s home, right? Besides, the bedrooms are on this floor. Do you want to see the master bedroom?”


    After receiving criticism from Tracy, Fiona grew visibly irritated and snapped, “I came up here just to look around. Why are you talking to me like this? Why are you being so rude?”


    Flushed with anger, Fiona hurriedly descended to the first floor, unable to mask her guilt and shame after the confrontation.


    This time, everyone witnessed Fiona hastily descending the staircase from the second floor.


    When Driscoll saw this, he furrowed his brow and asked, “Miss Evans, why are youing down from the second floor?”


    Ignoring him, Fiona turned to Elyse and asked, “There is another woman upstairs in your house. Is she your friend? Is she staying with you?”


    Elyse lifted her gaze to meet Fiona’s and said, “Indeed, the girl you noticed is a friend of mine. She is staying with us temporarily due to some recent issues.”


    “Ah, I understand.” Upon hearing this, Fiona’s mind sparked with the idea that perhaps she could also stay in this house.


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