?<strong>Chapter 962:</strong>


    He gently nudged Elyse toward the building, adding, “This ce might not be the most liberating, but the chef here is remarkable. You must try the foodter.”


    As they entered the building, a middle-aged man in a tailcoat stepped forward to greet them respectfully. “Mr. McCoy, wee back.”


    Edward introduced Elyse, saying, “This is the friend I’ve been talking about. Please take her to the guest room we’ve prepared. Make sure she has everything she needs.”


    “Understood.” The butler turned to Elyse and politely said, “Please follow me, Miss.”


    Elyse nodded and followed the butler upstairs.


    In the elevator, she felt a sudden sense of relief, which the butler picked up on. His tone softened as he said, “Miss Lloyd, you are the only woman Mr. McCoy has ever brought home. That’s reassuring to me.”


    Elyse looked puzzled. “Doesn’t Edward have other female friends?”


    The butler shook his head. “It’s not just female friends. He doesn’t really have any friends. His temper drives people away.”


    Curiosity sparked in Elyse. “He has a bad temper?”


    “Yes. He’s quick to anger, and his words can cut deeply,” the butler exined, smiling with a hint of relief. “But your presence in his life gives me hope. It shows he isn’t all that bad. There’s someone who can ept him.”


    Elyse’s lips twitched. Why did it seem like the butler was implying something more?


    When they reached her room, Elyse took a moment to look around. Her belongings had been neatly packed and brought over, including her personal items.


    After checking everything, Elyse turned to the butler and said, “Thank you. I have everything I need for now, so I won’t require further assistance.”


    The butler nodded with respect. “Very well. Should you need anything, just call for me.”


    Once the butler had closed the door, Elyse was left alone. She immediately released the exhaustion that had been weighing her down and copsed onto the bed.


    Ever since receiving a message from Jayden earlier that afternoon, she had been gued by unease. She longed to cling to something tangible, yet nothing was within reach.


    “Charlie and Aarya are already gone. Who else is Jayden dealing with?” Elyse whispered to herself, realizing she had no one to answer her questions.


    She pulled her phone from her pocket and opened her message thread with Jayden. She had sent several messages to him earlier, but he had not responded. Now, she stared nkly at the screen, wondering if Jayden would reply to her.


    Elyse spent some time on her phone before she finally sent a message.


    As expected, Jayden did not reply.


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