?<strong>Chapter 1108:</strong>


    Joy spread across the ranch owner’s face. She turned to Jayden and said, “Your girlfriend possesses a magical talent.”


    Jayden looked confused. “What magic are you talking about?”


    With a knowing smile, the ranch owner gestured towards the violin in Elyse’s hand. “Anyone who can bring such beautiful music to life with an instrument surely has a touch of magic, wouldn’t you agree?”


    Jayden examined her more closely. Despite her age, she looked charming in a lovely dress adorned with a silk bow at the waist and a headband that held back her cropped hair. She appeared both lively and at ease.


    After a moment of reflection, Jayden replied, “Lots of people can y instruments; it’s not really magic.” Unable to resist, he added, “You’re not exactly young. Maybe it’s time to stop believing in fairy tales.”


    The ranch owner shot Jayden a sharp look but shrugged off hisment. She said, “You say ying the violin is ordinary, but when it’s your girlfriend ying, does it still seem like just a simple, trivial thing?”


    Jayden frowned, contemting her words. “That’s not exactly what I meant.”


    “Music touches the soul. Your girlfriend has a gift for music. I would bet she wants to reach your soul as well,” the ranch owner said, lifting an eyebrow. “So, do you truly appreciate her music?”


    Jayden opened his mouth to respond, but words failed him. For the first time, he found himself at a loss for words, unable to retort, especially to a mere ranch owner.


    “Ma’am, I’m ready,” Elyse said, having adjusted her newly acquired violin. She positioned herself on the grass, and a delicate melody emanated from the strings. The spring wind rustled the verdant grass, enticing a few curious cows to draw nearer.


    Jayden remained seated, his expression deep and tinged with confusion. He seemed on the verge of grasping something profound, yet it eluded him still.


    At that moment, as Elyse yed her violin bathed in sunlight, she seemed to possess magic, weaving a spell over his heart.


    The delicate melody floated through the air—gentle, beautiful, tranquil, yet imbued with an aching sadness.


    As the music lingered, Jayden sat quietly, lost in thought, the notes stirring memories. He thought of Elyse—not the woman she was now, but the one she used to be.


    Back then, she had leaned on him for everything, her eyes often filled with tears and sorrow. He had been the reason she fell in love, but also the one who caused her the deepest pain.


    As that realization washed over him once again, he felt like the worst kind of fool—a man who had hurt the woman who loved him more than anything.


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