?<strong>Chapter 709:</strong>


    In that moment, she wondered if she might actually be a bit tipsy.


    Elyse stood there, collecting her thoughts, the chill hitting her face sharply.


    She looked up to see snowkes beginning to fall.


    She watched the snow for a moment, recalling Irving’s earlier prediction of snow in the restaurant.


    As a snowke drifted toward her, she reached out and caught it gently in her hand.


    While gazing at the snowke resting in her palm, Elyse sensed a presence and looked up.


    Jayden, dressed in a gray coat and carrying a ck umbre, was staring directly at her.


    Elyse was rooted to the spot, their eyes locked.


    Time seemed to stretch, and Jayden slowly moved toward her under the glow of the orange streetlights.


    At that moment, the rest of the world fell silent to Elyse, her focus solely on Jayden.


    With each step he took, the sound resonated like a heartbeat, syncing with Elyse’s own heart.


    Jayden was standing in front of Elyse, shielding her with an umbre.


    Elyse slightly parted her lips, unsure of how to respond.


    Seeing her astonished look, Jayden unexpectedly felt a surge offort.


    He scoffed, “Are you a fool? You know you can’t handle your liquor, yet you still choose to drink outside?”


    Elyse was stunned. Was this really Jayden? Was he the one she had been thinking about day and night, or was he just a figment of her imagination?


    Noticing Elyse’s confused expression, Jaydenughed out of frustration. “Don’t you remember how you tend to kiss people randomly when you’re drunk?”


    At that moment, Elyse snapped back to reality and naively questioned, “When have I ever kissed people randomly?”


    Jayden clenched his teeth. “So, you’ve forgotten kissing me too, have you?”


    Elyse tried to remember, but her thoughts were jumbled. She couldn’t recall a thing.


    She was merely bewildered by Jayden’s presence.


    She reached out to touch his face, tentatively asking, “Are you the real Jayden or just my imagination?”


    Feeling the chill of her touch, Jayden quickly caught her hand, warming it with his own.


    Elyse also sensed Jayden’s warmth and hesitantly asked, “Are you alive?”


    Jaydenughed out of frustration. He had tracked down her flight details and flown over on a private ne.


    He had been following her all day, yet she still questioned his existence.


    Growing even more exasperated, Jayden eximed, “You don’t even know if I’m alive or dead?”


    Elyse gazed at Jayden, feeling somewhat wronged. “You appear in my dreams every day. How can I be sure if you’re real now or just a hallucination after drinking?”


    Jayden was once again at a loss for words because of her.


    Releasing her cold hand, he grasped the back of her head and kissed her while she looked on, puzzled.


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