?<strong>Chapter 889:</strong>


    Edward roared in anger, “You sly, despicable man. Who the hell are you to judge me? You’ve chased after other women for your gain, never caring about Elyse at all.”


    Jayden shot back, “What about you? As the governor’s son, can you im to love deeply? Are you willing to show Elyse your darkest, most disgraceful side?”


    Edward froze, stumped by Jayden’s question, standing still for the first time.


    Jayden wasn’t surprised by Edward’s reaction. In Jayden’s eyes, Edward was too young and inexperienced to understand what love truly was.


    But he understood why Edward was drawn to Elyse—she was a woman worth loving.


    Jayden smiled and said, “Sorry, Edward, but I’m a better match for Elyse.”


    Edward had been sent away by Jayden, and Jayden returned to the living room, hoping to rx with Elyse and enjoy a rare moment of peace. To his dismay, she had already retreated to her room.


    He approached the door and asked pitifully, “Why did you leave so soon? Can’t we stay in the living room a bit longer?”


    Elyse’s voice came through,ced with irritation, “I want to sleep. I just finished apetition, and I’m exhausted. Can’t I get some rest?”


    Jayden stopped his knocking, a resigned sigh escaping him. “Alright, if you need anything, just call. I’ll be working downstairs.”


    Elyse nestled into her bed, finally allowing herself to drift into a peaceful slumber, free from interruptions.


    She had no idea how long she had been asleep when her phone rang. Groggy and disoriented, she squinted at the screen, noting the unfamiliar number. With a reluctant groan, she answered, “Who’s calling me at this hour?”


    “Come on, it’s already noon, and you’re still in bed? You are sozy and grumpy,” came the response.


    The voice was oddly familiar to Elyse. Blinking sleepily, she asked, “Is this Brook? How did you get my number?”


    “Finding your number was a piece of cake,” Brook replied with a chuckle.


    Elyse’s brow furrowed in confusion. “So, what’s this about? We’re not exactly on close terms, are we?”


    Brook’s tone softened. “True, we aren’t that close. I probably shouldn’t have called. But I wanted to congratte you. I watched your entirepetition—it had me on the edge of my seat. Congrattions on winning first ce.”


    Still struggling to shake off sleep, Elyse scratched her nose in bewilderment. Brook had always been difficult to deal with. What could possibly have made him call?


    After a brief silence, she asked, her voice tinged with doubt, “Why the sudden change in attitude? Did you get promoted at the Owen Group? Have you be the second-inmand?”


    Brook replied, “Not a chance. I’m still running the same show. How could I possibly climb up the ranks?”


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