?<strong>Chapter 648:</strong>


    Elyse jolted awake to a sudden, forceful thrust, her eyes meeting Jayden’s face, which was contorted with unrestrained desire. The relentless movement made her moan, but she clenched her teeth, trying to hold it in.


    Sensing her resistance, Jayden intensified his movements with each unrelenting thrust. Finally, Elyse’s resolve crumbled, and she released a few pleasurable moans.


    “Stop, please! I can’t take it anymore. Get off me!” she gasped, pushing against his chest with trembling hands.


    Ignoring her pleas, Jayden continued. He seemed consumed by loneliness, amplified by the nightmare of losing Elyse. His desperation was evident, and the first thing he did on waking up was to make sure that she was right beside him.


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    “Have you reconsidered? Are you still nning to divorce me?” Jayden demanded, not stopping his relentless thrusts.


    Elyse’s mind was still in a daze. She thrashed her head from side to side, her pleas echoing into the oppressive silence. “Stop. I can‘t take it. Let me go!”


    Jayden’s anger red at her silence, fueling his aggression as he continued with intensity.


    Suddenly, a surge of heat coursed through Elyse, causing her body to tremble uncontrobly.


    Her eyes widened in disbelief, a sickening realization dawning on her—he hadn’t used protection.


    As if sensing her thoughts, Jayden gripped her chin firmly, locking eyes with her helpless, lost gaze. “I’ve been clear, Elyse. Resist this divorce any longer, and I’ll resort to tactics like Shaun’s to keep you with me.”


    Elyse had braced herself for this response. In many ways, Jayden and Shaun were quite simr. They shared a ruthlessness, willing to go to any lengths to get what they wanted.


    “Why can’t you understand what I really want?” she gasped, weariness seeping into her voice.


    Jayden’s expression remained cold and unyielding. “What do you want?” he demanded. “I’ve indulged you, yet now you want a divorce. Stay with me, and I’ll always protect you.”


    Elyse’s attempts at exnation faltered as his icy stare made it clear he had no interest in her reasoning. She knew it was no use trying to reason with him.


    “Get off me,” Elyse said sharply. “I need to take a shower.”


    Jayden’s gaze shifted to her lower half, his desire for another child pressing upon him—a bond he believed would bind Elyse to him forever.


    He grabbed Elyse’s underwear and forcefully put it on her.


    Elyse asked in shock, “What are you doing?” A dangerous gleam shed in Jayden’s eyes. “You’re not showering today.” Elyse challenged him, “And why not?”


    Jayden caressed her t belly, his eyes reflecting possessive madness. “You’re going to carry my child,” he stated with desperate conviction. “Once there’s a baby, you won’t think of leaving, will you?”


    Elyse felt her heart sink. “The more you behave like this, the more I want to leave. Can’t you understand?” she pleaded.


    “I’ve had enough!” Jayden snapped, impatience clear in his tone. “I’m heading to work, but I’lle home early. Try to rx until then and don’t overthink.”


    He ignored anything she had to say, knowing she’d never give him the answer he sought.


    As his footsteps receded, Elysey on the bed, a mix of annoyance and difort swirling within her. Her body and mind rebelled against his control.


    After brooding for a few minutes, she stirred, thinking she’d probably feel better after a shower. He had ordered her not to shower, but he could go to hell if he thought he could control what she did with her body.


    With a surge of anger, Elyse pushed herself upright, only to be startled by the quiet entrance of the maid who had opened the bedroom door without a sound.


    Elyse hastily covered herself with clothes and asked, “What are you doing here?”


    The maid stood with her head bowed, avoiding Elyse’s gaze. She exined softly, “Mr. Owen asked me to stay with you. He said you’re not to shower until he returns.”


    Fury boiled inside Elyse, and she scoffed incredulously, “On what grounds? Am I his ve?”


    The maid’s eyes welled with tears, and she hesitated before speaking softly, “Please don’t be angry with him. He pays my sry, so I must follow his orders. I apologize if I’ve offended you.”


    Elyse felt a surge of rage at the maid’s words, but she managed to steady herself. Gritting her teeth, she said, “Fine, you can leave now. I need to get dressed.”


    The maid entered the bedroom and closed the door gently behind her. With her back to Elyse, she nervously added, “You can change now. I won’t look.”


    Elyse was exhausted andcked the energy to argue further. She let out a heavy sigh and swiftly changed her clothes.


    “All set,” Elyse dered firmly. “Open the door. I’m heading downstairs to grab something to eat.”


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