?<strong>Chapter 668:</strong>


    Yet, the harder he tried to block her from his mind, the more persistently memories of Elyse invaded his thoughts. He didn’t see Elyse, but her presence lingered everywhere.


    At the Bensons’ residence in Cambape, Elyse stepped out of the car and found herself taken aback by thevishness of the estate. However, she quickly regained herposure.


    Staying close to Jayden had exposed her to many luxuries, enriching her knowledge and broadening her perspective.


    Out of nowhere, Elyse caught herself thinking of Jayden once more, which clouded her expression.


    Since leaving Watscar, Elyse had been living in Cambape. Pearce owned several vis. He had also brought Cody and Gavin to Cambape, where the two would live with Elyse and facilitate her immersion in intensive violin practice,pensating for the time she had lost due to Jayden’s distractions.


    During the past month, Elyse dedicated herself to mastering the violin. Her skills advanced swiftly, and Cody’s approval brought her immense relief.


    Now, with some downtime, Elyse nned to tackle another significant issue. She was set to meet the Bensons.


    A month prior, Pearce had suggested introducing Elyse to his family. However, Felicia Benson, Pearce’s grandmother, had been reluctant to meet her, prompting Pearce to advocate persistently for a month until Felicia finally agreed to the meeting.


    Today, Elyse was there for the meeting.


    For Elyse’s introduction, Pearce had invited an extensive list of the Benson family’s rtives.


    The gathering today included many connected to the Benson family, with the guest count reaching into the dozens. The anticipation alone made Elyse feel tense as she approached the Bensons’ estate.


    Upon noticing Elyse’s hesitation after she exited the car, Pearce looked at her, puzzled, and asked, “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you going in?”


    Elyse paused, then stated her concerns, “Pearce, this whole arrangement feels overly extravagant. I’m merelying home, yet so many people are here. It’s making me a little anxious.”


    Pearce wrapped his arm around Elyse’s shoulder and said with confidence, “What’s there to worry about? I’m here with you. Even if something goes wrong, no one will dare to mock you.”


    He continued with a serious tone, “Anyone who mocks you is challenging me.”


    These words made Elyse even more hesitant to go inside.


    Nevertheless, Pearce pulled her along with him.


    Once inside the estate, Pearce guided Elyse through several twists and turns until they reached arge garden filled with people. The attendees looked at Elyse with curiosity.


    Despite feeling the urge to flee, Elyse kept herposure and appeared indifferent to the stares.


    “You are Rickey’s daughter, right? What’s your name?” A middle-aged man approached her and initiated a conversation.


    With a smile, Elyse responded, “My name is Elyse Lloyd. I use my mother’sst name.”


    After the man asked a few additional questions, the conversation grew awkward, and they found themselves standing silently, unsure of what to say next.


    Following the middle-aged man’s lead, more people approached Elyse, driven by curiosity.


    Elyse answered their questions gently, ensuring her responses were wless. She left a positive impression on everyone. That was until a man inquired, “What do you do now? I heard you’re involved in the arts. Do you paint?”


    Elyse shook her head. “I don’t paint, but I y the violin, and I y it quite well. If you’re interested, I could perform for youter.”


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