?<strong>Chapter 1483:</strong>


    His gaze lingered on her, searching for something unspoken. “Fine,” he said finally. “But let’s see if you can win my heart.”


    Freda stood frozen, her mind racing as Gavin turned and got into the car.


    The sound of the horn snapped her out of her thoughts, and she bounced forward, climbing into the passenger seat with a wide grin. As soon as she settled, she leaned toward him eagerly. “You have to give me your number. I’m calling you tonight!”


    Gavin frowned, his confusion evident. “I said I’d give you a chance, not that we’d speak on the phone tonight.”


    Freda shook her head, her tone turning resolute. “I don’t care! I need to keep an eye on you. What if some other woman tries to steal you away? I’d cry my eyes out!”


    Gavin let out a shortugh, more amused than annoyed. “You’re overthinking. I’m not some yboy surrounded by women, you know.”


    “I don’t care!” Freda said, crossing her arms like a stubborn child. “You’re answering my calls, no excuses!” Her relentless determination left Gavin momentarily speechless.


    With a reluctant sigh, he finally muttered, “Fine.”


    Freda beamed triumphantly, practically glowing with happiness as the car sped down the road. Her joy was palpable, a radiant contrast to the world rushing by outside the windows.


    Meanwhile, in the dimly lit basement, Elyse found herself sitting on the sofa, Jayden leaning over her, his intensity unmistakable. Elyse moaned softly, a sound of pure contentment, and Jayden, sensing her restraint, moved with even greater fervor. She tried to suppress her emotions, but the closeness between them made her breaths shallow and uneven, her body betraying her attempts atposure.


    “Why are you holding back? There’s no one else here. You don’t have to be so quiet,” Jayden murmured, his voice low and insistent.


    Elyse frowned, biting her lip. “You always push so hard,” she muttered, her voice tinged with irritation. “It’s exhausting sometimes.”


    For a moment, Jayden seemed surprised by her candid response. Elyse rarely voiced suchints, and her words lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken tension. He responded by thrusting into her more intensely, his movements deliberate, until her voice grew louder, breaking through her earlier restraint.


    Elyse clenched her fists, trying to remainposed, but the intensity of the moment overwhelmed her. She exhaled sharply, her voice rising despite her earlier resolve to stay quiet. The sound was raw, unfiltered, and filled with emotion.


    Jayden leaned closer, his voice soft yetmanding. “That’s right, the louder you moan, the more love I can show you.” His words were a promise, a deration of the passion that bound them together in that moment.


    Elyse was drained, her energy sapped as she rested in Jayden’s arms. With a bitter edge in her voice, she muttered, “We are not legally married yet. I don’t want your love.”


    Jayden’s expression darkened, his voiceced with frustration. “Do I need a piece of paper to give me the right to love you? Or do YOU want to be loved by another man?”


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