Chapter 661:
Her voice tinged with sadness and anger, Elyse replied, “Because I've felt it lately. You want to keepat home,
not even allowingto step outside, let alone compete abroad.”
A cruel smile formed on Jayden’s lips. His eyes narrowed, exuding a chilling aura.
“Since you've sensed it, there's no need forto hide it anymore. The world outside is too dangerous, and your
health is fragile. You catch a high fever from the slightest cold wind. How can your body endure two months of
intense practice followed by an international competition? Every step is pushing my limits.”
Disappointed, Elyse responded, “But this is my life! Not yours! You can’t controlas you wish. I've worked
tirelessly for this competition. I've never considered giving up, and you can’t take my dream away because of
your own fears!”
Hearing this, Jayden softened his tone and demeanor, half coaxing, half persuading, “I'm not taking your dream
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtaway. | just think you don’t need to participate in this competition. Your health really isn’t good this time, and you
know it.”
Elyse shook her head, eyes brimming with helplessness and disappointment. “No, these are mere excuses
you've fabricated. You'll never allowto compete again. From the beginning, you've desired my constant
presence.”
Seeing her stubbornness, Jayden’s patience wore thin. He seized her chin, glaring at her with a dark, furious
expression. Gritting his teeth, he hissed, “Then you should dutifully remain by my side and abandon thoughts of
leaving me.”
Jayden was seething with anger, leading to Elyse being confined within the house once more. The tension
between Jayden and Elyse was palpable, making the servants tread lightly, their nerves frayed by the fear of
inadvertently igniting Jayden’s fury.
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This stifling atmosphere left Elyse feeling increasingly restless. She retreated to the solitude of the garden,
enveloped in a dark blanket that cloaked her entirely except for her face.
Driscoll observed from a respectful distance. He had remained close to Elyse during these tumultuous days,
becoming finely attuned to her emotional shifts. He was acutely aware of her distress, yet found himself
powerless to amend the circumstances. Jayden’s stubborn nature was immovable, and Driscoll’s efforts at
persuasion had proved futile.
Elyse, cocooned in her blanket, hugged her knees to her chest and lifted her eyes to the dreary sky, lost in
thoughts of how Pearce might extricate her from Jayden’s grip. She remained there for a full hour, and both
Driscoll and Elyse felt the weariness set in, especially since she was still recovering.
Driscoll approached her gently and suggested, “Mrs. Owen, let's return indoors. You've been exposed to the
chilly wind for an hour now. Staying out longer could harm your health.”
Jarred from her reverie, Elyse collected her emotions before nodding in agreement. “Alright, let's go back inside.”
Upon their return indoors, Elyse received an unexpected call from Gavin. “Irving was struck while on his
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Elyse was taken aback and inquired urgently, “Is he alright? How severe are his injuries?”
Gavin's reply cnonchalantly. “Don’t worry; he’s alive. He just rolled around a bit on the ground but
thankfully didn’t damage his hands.”
This news made Elyse’s heart race. A roll on the ground seemed hardly trivial. After ending the call, she swiftly
told Driscoll, “I must go to the hospital. Irving has been in an accident, and | need to see him.”
Driscoll paused, mindful of Jayden’s explicit directive. “I must make a call to Mr. Owen first.”
Elyse felt a strong urge to argue, but she recalled that all the servants were employed by Jayden. She chose not
to complicate their lives.
Biting back her frustration, she conceded. “Go ahead and make the call.”
Observing that Elyse was holding back her anger, Driscoll wasted no time. He promptly pulled out his phone and
stepped aside to make the call.