?<strong>Chapter 747:</strong>


    Elyse, annoyed, questioned, “What are youughing at?”


    “I’mughing at your innocence and naivety.” He caressed her cheek, gently wiping away her tears. “You don’t really think Aarya is virtuous, do you?”


    Elyse shifted away impatiently. “Even if she isn’t virtuous, she’s still your girlfriend. Don’t you realize what it means to maintain distance from other women when you’remitted to someone?”


    Elyse recoiled at the sight of Jayden and pushed him away, quickly rising to adjust her clothes.


    Jayden sprawled on the couch, watching Elyse as she straightened her attire. “Next time I’m free, I’lle over to sleep with you,” he said slowly, his tone unhurried and rxed.


    Elyse’s face registered shock, her eyes widening in disbelief. “Are you crazy?” she eximed.


    Jaydenughed, amused by her reaction.


    “Is this your first time meeting me?” he queried. “You should know by now whether I’m crazy or not.” Jayden folded his arms and tilted his head, maintaining steady eye contact with Elyse.


    Struggling for words, Elyse took a moment topose herself, striving to stay calm. “You might be insane, but I am not,” she stated slowly. “Can you please just leave me alone? I want nothing to do with you.”


    Jayden leaned in closer, touching her ear and pinching the lobe gently. “It’s not your decision, darling,” he murmured. “You’re with me until I decide otherwise.”


    Elyse recognized the pointlessness of arguing with him. Pointing at the door, she demanded sharply, “Leave now! I don’t want to see you!”


    Jayden’s carefree demeanor shifted subtly. He examined her reddened face, tempted to dismiss her anger as trivial and not at all intimidating. Yet, he chose to soothe her instead.


    ncing at his phone, he read a message from his assistant and assured Elyse, “Don’t worry, my assistant has delivered the pantyhose. Wait for me to change them for you before I go.”


    When Jayden brought up the pantyhose, Elyse felt both embarrassed and irritated, yet she felt powerless against him. Nheless, she strongly opposed such a destiny. She did not wish to be the other woman in a rtionship.


    Jayden kept his eyes on Elyse, catching the fleeting changes in her expressions. He understood well what was troubling her mind, but he didn’t see the need to address it. Regarding what she wished to know, he remained unwilling to share.


    Elyse located a chair and positioned herself at a safe distance from Jayden.


    Jayden watched her somewhat juvenile behavior with a hint of amusement, letting her act freely. Elyse’spany always had a calming effect on him, and soon a profound tiredness overtook him. He stifled a yawn, feeling his eyelids grow heavy.


    Fifteen minutester, his assistant returned with a new pair of pantyhose.


    Elyse quickly took them from the assistant’s hands and turned to Jayden, her tone cold and dismissive. “You can leave now.”


    However, Jayden stayed where he was, his expression firm. Instead of leaving, he grasped Elyse and abruptly pulled her onto the sofa. Elyse gasped in surprise as he forcefully removed her pantyhose, leaving her skin exposed to the chilly air.


    Elyse instinctively retracted her legs, but before she could voice her objection, Jayden had started to remove her shoes.


    Elyse felt her determination waver. She was haunted by the fear that Jayden might overstep and take advantage of her then and there.


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