?<strong>Chapter 1059:</strong>


    Elyse looked over and frowned. “This town feels strange. Yesterday, we saw a lot of suspicious people hanging around.”


    Edward nodded, his expression thoughtful. “You’re right. There’s definitely something off about this ce.” They sat for a while longer until Elyse, feeling drowsy, yawned. Suddenly, she felt an intense gaze on her, sending a shiver down her spine.


    She sat up abruptly, her eyes scanning the café.


    Edward noticed her unease. “What’s up?”


    “I feel like someone’s watching me,” Elyse said, her voice low but tense. She kept looking around until she spotted a man in a windbreaker and sunsses moving swiftly toward the exit. “That’s him. He was staring at me,” Elyse muttered, pointing.


    Edward frowned, grabbing his coat. “I’ll go after him.” But by the time he reached the street, the man had disappeared into the crowd.


    Elyse watched from the café, her heart racing. Whoever that man was, something about him filled her with dread. When Edward returned, he found Elyse still on edge.


    He sat down beside her and spoke softly. “He’s gone. Don’t worry. I’ll have someone look into it.”


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    Elyse nodded, though the anxiety lingered. “The ck market’s still offering rewards for kidnapping me. I’m guessing he was after that bounty.”


    Edward’s face darkened with resolve. “Don’t worry, Elyse. I’ll protect you.”


    After a moment, Elyse sighed. “I think I’ve had enough for today. Let’s go back to the hotel.”


    “Of course. Let’s head back,” Edward said, standing.


    Elyse nodded as Edward left, her attention shifting to the sheet music on her bed. She tried to focus, but a nagging unease lingered from earlier. Later in the evening, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She hesitated before walking to the door, her voice cautious. “Who is it?”


    “Room service, ma’am. Food delivery,” a voice said from outside.


    Elyse frowned. “I didn’t order any food.”


    “It was pre-ordered by someone for you. Please confirm,” the voice insisted.


    Elyse’s gut told her something was off. She quickly grabbed her phone and texted Edward about the situation. Edward’s response came fast: “Don’t open the door. I’ll send the guards.”


    Outside, the voice grew impatient. “Ma’am? Are you still there?”


    Elyse cleared her throat, buying time. “I’m here, but I didn’t order anything, and you haven’t told me who did.” The voice on the other side became agitated. “I’m just a delivery person. Please don’t make this difficult; I have other orders.”


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