?<strong>Chapter 1422:</strong>


    “Not a thing,” Jayden replied with a t tone.


    “Don’t be so sensitive.” Victor chuckled lightly. “If there’s nothing, then maybe it’s time you left. Unless you’ve lost interest in driving Elyse home, I’d be happy to take over.”


    Jayden let out a shortugh, his face unreadable. “No need for that. We live together, so your offer is unnecessary.”


    Jayden slid into the car, his face clouded with a storm of emotions.


    Elyse settled into her seat, immediately sumbing to drowsiness. Her eyes drifted closed, creating a stark contrast to Jayden’s turbulent mood.


    The tension remained unbroken during their drive home. Jayden walked ahead in unusual silence, his steps quick and deliberate. It wasn’t until they were inside that Elyse realized something was wrong.


    Driscoll observed the unfolding scene, a mug of hot chocte in hand. Elyse trailed behind Jayden, her expression a mixture of confusion and concern.


    “What’s wrong?” she pleaded, her voice soft but persistent. “Talk to me, Jayden. Please don’t shut me out.”


    But Jayden remained obstinately silent, avoiding her gaze with practiced determination.


    Driscoll found the moment peculiar.


    He recalled times when their rtionship had been rocky, but never had he seen Elyse pursue Jayden with such humble determination. Something had shifted between them.


    Elyse’s patience began to wear thin. Her questions grew more insistent, her frustration mounting with each unanswered query.


    In a decisive moment, she grabbed Jayden by the cor and pulled him into her room, her grip leaving no room for argument.


    Jayden offered little resistance, allowing himself to be guided by her forceful momentum.


    Inside the room, Elyse thrust him onto the sofa. “Exin yourself,” she demanded, her irritation bubbling to the surface. “What’s bothering you? Did I do something wrong? If you’re upset, just tell me. How am I supposed to understand if you won’t speak?”


    Jayden turned away, his voiceden with hurt. “I’m not important to you. You don’t care about my feelings.”


    “That’s nonsense,” Elyse retorted. “When have I ever made you feel unimportant? When have I not cared about you?”


    His response came sharp and pointed. “If I meant something to you, why are you so close to another man?”


    Elyse folded her arms, exhaling sharply. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. Victor is just an acquaintance of my cousin.”


    Jayden scoffed, “A friend of your cousin? That man’s got eyes like a hawk circling its prey. He’s clearly angling for something more.”


    Elyse blinked, confused. “Something more? What on earth are you implying?”


    Jayden leaned forward, his resentment ring. “Don’t y innocent. He outright challenged me in front of you, suggesting you find someone else. If that’s not a bold-faced provocation, I don’t know what is.”


    “You’re reading too much into it,” Elyse countered. “He’s just sharing advice.”


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