?<strong>Chapter 1120:</strong>


    Jayden remained quiet, biding his time as he awaited George’s response. Edward disyed thoughtfulness, patiently anticipating George’s departure from the warehouse.


    However, their efforts proved futile. For reasons unknown, George sat motionless, fixated on the violin. This trance continued all the way until 2 a.m. George showed no signs of fatigue; he remained silent and still.


    Meanwhile, Edward battled drowsiness, his eyelids heavy. Crouching on the floor, he yawned and muttered, “This is my first time engaging in something questionable, and I find myself in this predicament. Why isn’t this old man getting tired? I might doze off at any moment.”


    Jayden felt a twinge of surprise, yet he had no intention of retreating. It waste, and George should ideally be heading to bed soon. Momentster, Elyse’s text messages arrived one after another:


    “Where are you? Why haven’t I seen you?”


    “What were you doing leaving in the middle of the night? Are you involved in something illicit?”


    “If I don’t see you in ten minutes, don’t return.”


    Elyse’s messages felt like a verdict, particrly thest one, which heightened Jayden’s anxiety.


    He tucked his phone away and said to Edward, “Let’s call it a night. This isn’t working. We’ll try again tomorrow.”


    Edward yawned. “You’re giving up? I thought you intended to endure.”


    “Elyse woke up and noticed my absence,” Jayden exined calmly.


    Edward opened his mouth but fell silent, closing it again without a word. The two quickened their pace, their previously unspoken agreement deepening.


    Elyse sat on the sofa, growing impatient as she awaited their return. She was about to lock the door and turn in for the night when the hotel room door creaked open. Jayden stepped inside cautiously, his eyes scanning the surroundings. Edward deserted Jayden and headed straight to his room, feigning ignorance about the evening’s events.


    Upon seeing his return, Elyse nced at the clock and remarked, “Twenty-four minutes. Where did you disappear? What took so long?”


    Jayden had prepared a reply on the way back, stating, “I couldn’t sleep, so I stepped out for a walk.”


    Elyse raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Something troubling you? Care to borate?”


    After a brief pause, Jayden responded, “It’s none of your concern. Don’t worry about it.”


    Elyse immediately became furious and began striking him. “None of my concern, huh? Fine! From now on, don’t expect me to care about your affairs, and I won’t allow you to interfere in mine.”


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