?<strong>Chapter 1225:</strong>


    “Don’t touch me,” she snapped. “I don’t want any kind of contact with you.”


    Jayden stood frozen, his world unraveling.


    Ignoring him, Elyse turned away, pulling the covers over herself, intending to sleep.


    Jayden lingered by the bed, haunted by the recent turmoil he had caused her, recalling her attempts to connect and his indifferent responses.


    He watched her pretending to sleep and whispered, “If you’re not ready to talk, that’s okay. I’ll wait. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here, ready to listen.” Elyse didn’t respond.


    She was exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally too—especially afterst night’s drastic actions, where she had ended Enzo’s life. The anger and bitterness seemed to drain away, taking with it any remnants of her affection for Jayden.


    Yet, her heart remained in turmoil, unclear about her desires and future.


    Jayden left Elyse alone and submerged himself in work, his mind a maze of businessplexities that upied him well into the afternoon.


    When he finally broke away, he sought out Peyton for some sce.


    Upon seeing Jayden’s downtrodden expression, Peyton quirked an eyebrow and prodded, “What’s happened now? Don’t tell me I was right about Elyse turning…”


    Jayden exhaled a weary sigh. “It’s worse than that. She doesn’t even want to talk to me anymore. She’s asking for a separation.”


    Peyton’s reaction was unexpectedly enthusiastic as he pped his hands together. “Good for her! That’s the Elyse I remember—strong and decisive. It’s about time.”


    At Jayden’smand to initiate the attack, Garret’s forces sprang into action.


    The opposing troops, overwhelmed by the sheer force, broke apart in panic—some running for their lives, others surrendering without resistance.


    In just three days, the terrorist threat was eradicated, and Garret’s forces emerged victorious.


    Back at the Moon Pce, Chesney, who was overseeing administrative tasks, was thest to hear that Garret was still alive. Upon hearing of Garret’s victory, Chesney was consumed by a storm of rage.


    He destroyed everything on his desk, shouting curses of disbelief and frustration.


    Meanwhile, Jayden, having concluded his operations on the battlefield and freed from further responsibilities, made his way back to the city with Elyse.


    Elyse attempted to walk away, but Jayden’s grip halted her.


    “What’s your n?” she asked coldly. “I need to find a hotel and rest.”


    “I’ll take care of that for you,” Jayden urged, his tone pleading. “Juste with me.”


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