?<strong>Chapter 662:</strong>


    Momentster, Driscoll came back beaming. “He agreed, but he insists that you be apanied by bodyguards.”


    With a reluctant nod, Elyse agreed. “Fine, do as he says.”


    Consequently, Elyse found herself at the hospital, encircled by four bodyguards. She positioned herself between her escorts, her expression stoic as she faced forward. The inquisitive looks from those around her made her feel even more helpless, yet she was in no position to decline.


    As she waited for the elevator, Elyse’s eyes inadvertently caught sight of a figure resembling Pearce at the far end of the hallway. Could it be Pearce? Driven by a sudden intuition, she dered, “I need to go to the restroom.”


    The chief bodyguard responded, “Alright, we’ll take you there.”


    Significantly, the restroomy in the direction Pearce had gone.


    Elyse walked at a measured pace, saw Pearce enter the restroom, and stifled her excitement, cautious not to alert the bodyguards. She stepped into the restroom withposure and encountered an unfamiliar woman standing there.


    “My name is Keely Sanchez. I’m one of Mr. Benson’s assistants. He sent me to escort you back to Cambape,” Keely said, offering her hand with a warm smile.


    Elyse shook Keely’s hand and looked at her with concern. “How are you nning to get me out of here? There are four bodyguards waiting outside.”


    Keely guided Elyse to stand beneath the restroom window, then rolled up her sleeves and, with some effort, lifted Elyse up. “Please climb out through this window. Don’t worry, Mr. Benson’s n is foolproof; it won’t fail.”


    Elyse, lying by the window, attempted to climb out, but her inexperience caused her to lose her bnce and tumble toward the floor. Just as she braced for impact, strong arms caught her.


    Startled, Elyse opened her eyes to find Gavin holding her.


    “Gavin, why are you here?” Elyse asked in disbelief.


    Gavin gave a helpless, indulgent smile. “A man iming to be your cousin instructed me to wait here for you.”


    He gently set Elyse down on the floor. Elyse felt overwhelmed and slightly disoriented.


    Noticing her distress, Gavin offered reassurance. “Don’t worry. Rtionships are personal matters. As an outsider, I’m not privy to all the details, and I won’t pass judgment. But if you need assistance, I’m here to help.”


    Elyse’s eyes reddened. “Thank you, Gavin.”


    Gavin gently stroked her hair. “You don’t need to think too much. If maintaining a rtionship bes impossible, it might be best for both of you to part ways. If either of you finds the right person afterward, it will prove the decision was correct.”


    Elyse grasped his meaning and inquired, “Are you concerned for me or afraid Jayden will give up on me?”


    Leaning closer, Gavin teased, “I know you’re anxious Jayden might give up on you. You fear losing your Mr. Right after separating from him.”


    Elyse pouted, tears nearly spilling over. “Do I love him that much? Why would I fear he’d give up on me?”


    Her words amused Gavin, making himugh heartily. “You can go now. Someone will meet you at the hospital’s backdoor,” he instructed.


    Suppressing her emotions, Elyse asked with a note of grievance, “What about you? Won’t youe with me?”


    Gavin declined. “I can’t. Irving had an ident. I need to check on him now.”


    Elyse stared at him in disbelief. “Was he seriously hurt?”


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