?<strong>Chapter 1138:</strong>


    After changing, Elyse headed to Edward’s room and knocked. It felt like an eternity before he responded.


    His voice,cking its usual energy, drifted through the door. “What do you want?”


    Something about Edward’s tone made Elyse suspicious, and she narrowed her eyes. “I’m going to Anthony’s. Are youing?”


    “Later. I’m barely—” Edward muttered faintly.


    “Okay, take it easy,” she replied, concern furrowing her brow.


    With both Jayden and Edward acting strangely, she decided to confront themter since she didn’t have time to dwell on it now.


    With this in mind, she left the hotel and caught a taxi to Anthony’s ce.


    Arriving at his house, Elyse noticed Anthony setting out warm bread on a table in the yard.


    Curiosity sparked in her, and she asked, “What’s all this?”


    Anthony grinned. “My dad insisted I do this. He said he oversteppedst time and wanted to make it up to you with breakfast.”


    Elyse was caught off guard.


    Just then, the door to the cabin creaked open, and Elyse saw George stepping out. Wearing reading sses and with silver hair framing his face, he held a violin case in one hand and a wooden box in the other. His gaze, which had once been distant, now softened as itnded on Elyse.


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    She greeted him, “Morning.”


    George’s eyes lingered on her longer than she expected, prompting Anthony to step in. “Dad, you’re staring a bit much.”


    George quickly averted his eyes, a fleeting sadness crossing his face as he muttered, “My apologies.”


    “No worries,” Elyse said dismissively, not catching the sadness that flickered in his expression.


    George’s tone was neutral as he invited, “Let’s all sit and eat together.”


    Once seated, Anthony poured Elyse a warm cup of milk. “I was surprised when my dad suggested having you over for breakfast,” he admitted.


    Quietly, George swiftly prepared a sandwich for Elyse, handing it to her with a hint of regret in his voice as he said, “Please ept my apologies.”


    Taken aback, Elyse nodded slowly and epted it.


    “Please, give it a try,” George urged. “I hope it suits your taste.”


    Elyse took a small bite, her eyes widening slightly as she chewed. “Did you make the sauce yourself? Using cherry tomatoes?” she asked in surprise.


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