?<strong>Chapter 757:</strong>


    As the memories of the previous evening flooded back, Elyse jolted awake, instantly on high alert. Scanning the room, she noticed her phone was nowhere to be found.


    Climbing out of bed to search for it, she heard noisesing from the bathroom. Feeling suspicious, she cautiously approached and pushed the door open, only to see Edward shaving with a razor.


    Her gaze traveled downwards, taking in the sight of Edward d only in ck underwear, his chest, abs, and muscr legs on full disy.


    ncing down at herself, Elyse saw she was dressed in nothing but a ck shirt. Unable to contain her panic, she hugged herself tightly and let out a piercing scream.


    Startled, Edward stepped back repeatedly. “Why are you screaming?”


    “You pervert! Get out of my room!” Elyse yelled, mming the bathroom door shut and quickly retreating to the bed to put on more clothes.


    After a while, Edward emerged from the bathroom, now wearing gray sweatpants. Seeing Elyse’s wary expression, he pouted. “I helped you, and this is the thanks I get?”


    “You helped me? What did you help me with?” Elyse’s voice was filled with exasperation.


    Edward scratched his head. “Yesterday, you texted me saying Aarya invited you to meet her. Do you have any idea how worried I was? Back then, I was on a train to the neighboring city. When I received your message, I hurried back. When I found you, you were in bad shape, lying in the hospital bed with an IV drip.”


    He sighed deeply, “By the time your IV finished, it was already dawn. I carried you back to the hotel. I haven’t had a moment’s rest. I just took a shower and shaved, yet when you wake up, you use me of being a pervert.”


    Feigning tears, Edward wiped his eyes and said, “I haven’t slept all night. You saw my body, and yet you call me a pervert. I’m genuinely hurt.”


    Elyse, puzzled by his words, began to consider their truth. Finally, she pointed to her clothes and asked, “Who changed my clothes?”


    “I have no idea. When I got there, you were already wearing that ck shirt,” Edward replied, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “But judging by the style, that shirt is clearly men’s clothing.”


    Elyse’s face went white. “Which man changed my clothes?”


    Edward shook his head. “I don’t have a clue. When I got to the hospital, there was no one, save for the nurse. She told me you’d been knocked out for a bit because you’d been short on oxygen.”


    Elyse tried to piece together the events of the previous night. Had something else happened after she lost consciousness?


    Seeing Elyse lost in her thoughts, Edward frowned and sighed, “Could you focus on my issue for a moment?”


    Snapping out of her reverie, Elyse asked, somewhat impatiently, “What’s bothering you?”


    “You saw me naked,” Edward murmured, nervously fidgeting with his fingers and looking rather aggrieved.


    Elyse nearly choked, bewildered by his deration.


    When Elyse didn’t respond immediately, Edward pressed on. “You saw my biceps, my chest, my abs, and my toned legs. You saw everything.”


    Elyse shook her head in disbelief, “I barely saw anything. I was so nervous; I just took a nce.”


    Edward persisted, “But you still saw it all.”


    Elyse rubbed her forehead in frustration. “So, what are you trying to say?”


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