?<strong>Chapter 843:</strong>


    Jayden’s tone softened as he reached out. “Please, let’s not end things this way. We can still talk this through. I don’t want to lose you.”


    “Perhaps Aarya should take my ce,” Elyse retorted coldly, turning to leave.


    Jayden attempted to follow, reaching out, but Elyse sharply knocked his hand aside. Her gaze was frosty. “Don’t touch me. Stay away from me.”


    As Elyse walked away, Jayden stood frozen, watching her departure shatter his hopes. He pondered deeply, feeling abandoned yet again, though he had his reasons which remained unsaid. Why was it so hard for her to see his perspective?


    Overwhelmed by confusion and unable to reach a conclusion, he finally pulled out his phone and called Peyton.


    In Warsaw, Peyton was abruptly awakened and answered the call with irritation, his voice heavy with anger. “What’s the issue? Aren’t you aware it’s night in my country? Why not wait until morning?”


    Jayden, hesitating, whispered, “It seems Elyse truly despises me now.”


    Peyton sighed deeply upon hearing this. “You’ve earned this. Perhaps solitude is your destiny.”


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    Back at the hotel, Elysey reflecting on Jayden’s actions, her mind swirling with frustration. Stirred by a need to escape her thoughts, she muttered about needing violin practice, seized her case, and left her room.


    She didn’t exit the building but instead ascended to the hotel’s sky garden. The hour waste, leaving the garden quiet and nearly empty, ideal for some solitude and violin practice.


    Upon arrival, she was surprised to see Edward there as well, deep in a phone conversation.


    Debating whether to approach, she moved closer and overheard him mention the “Hudson family” and a “cleanup.”


    Elyse’s confusion deepened. She paused, a frown forming as she questioned internally the nature of Edward’s involvement with the Hudson family.


    Just then, Edward stood, still on the phone, and said sharply, “The n is nearingpletion. The fewer people aware, the better. Understand?”


    Seconds after ending his call, he hastily departed, seemingly preupied and unaware of Elyse’s presence behind him.


    Elyse observed him with a mix of curiosity and concern, realizing that Edward, too, harbored secrets.


    Overwhelmed by her jumbled thoughts, she sighed deeply, opened her violin case, and started to practice, seeking sce in her music.


    Two dayster marked themencement of the Grand Final of the Swan Cup.


    Elyse rose early, dressed in her performance attire with her violin in hand, and exited the hotel.


    She entered a taxi waiting at the hotel’s entrance and provided the driver with her destination.


    However, concern washed over her as they quickly bypassed the music hall. She urgently interjected, “You’ve missed the turn. We need to go back. Please stop.” The driver elerated instead of stopping, deepening Elyse’s anxiety.


    She stared at the unresponsive driver, a feeling of dread building within her.


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