?<strong>Chapter 827:</strong>


    Elyse, exasperated, said, “Why are you following me? Go back to your own hotel.”


    Edward, looking sheepish, replied, “Actually, I switched hotels. I’m staying next door to you now.”


    Elyse frowned. “Are you stalking me?”


    “Just trying to be close, in case you need anything,” Edward tried to sound casual. “Hey, if you can’t sleep, just knock on my door. We could hang out.”


    Elyse took a step back, shaking her head. “Thanks, but no thanks. I value my privacy.”


    Just then, the elevator dinged open, and she quickly stepped inside.


    Edward, undeterred, slipped in beside her, still smiling. “Look at that, we’re even neighbors on the same floor.”


    Elyse leaned against the elevator wall, a look of resignation on her face. “That’s exactly what I was afraid of. You’re going to make it impossible for me to get any peace.”


    Edward chuckled. “Come on, a little noise is good. Keeps things lively.”


    Elyse didn’t respond, rushing out of the elevator the moment the doors slid open. She hurried to her room, calling over her shoulder, “Try to keep it down, okay? I’m going to sleep.”


    She quickly shut her door behind her, hoping to distance herself from Edward’s overbearing cheerfulness.


    From the hallway, Edward’s voice followed, “Hey, if you need anything, juste to me. I’m right here.”


    Elyse, feeling overwhelmed, dropped her violin case by the door and went to fetch some clean clothes for a shower. But just as she opened the bedroom door to grab herundry, she let out a startled yelp.


    Edward lingered outside her door, and when Elyse screamed, he immediately started knocking. “Elyse, are you alright? Do you need help?” he called out anxiously.


    Regaining herposure, Elyse reassured him through the door, “I’m fine. Please, just go back to your room and get some rest.”


    A quiet moment passed, signaling that Edward had heeded her request and returned to his room.


    “How on earth did you get in here?” Elyse demanded, her voice a mix of anger and disbelief.


    Jayden, sprawled out with a casual air, flipped through her study notes without looking up.


    Elyse repeated her question with more urgency, “How did you get into my room?”


    Unperturbed, Jayden finally looked up, meeting her eyes with a steady gaze. “Does it matter how I got in? What you should understand is, you can’t get rid of me that easily,” Jayden said with unsettling calmness.


    Ignoring Jayden’s presence, Elyse began to undress. His eyes lit up with eager anticipation, misreading her actions as a sign of reconciliation. Unfazed, she kept one garment on, snatched her clean clothes, and escaped to the bathroom for a shower, leaving Jayden unnoticed.


    When Elyse returned, she found Jayden asleep in her bed. Annoyed, she prodded his face, “Why are you in my bed? Go back to your own hotel room.”


    In a drowsy state, Jayden pulled her closer, his voice muffled against her breasts, “I can’t sleep unless you’re next to me. Just let me stay here.”


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