Chapter 1222:
As Elyse stepped closer, gun in hand, Enzo attempted to project calmness as their eyes locked.
“I recognize you,” he stated boldly. “You belong to the Benson family. Although the Bensons are no match for my Owens, I still respect your lineage. Indeed, I see the value in your union with Jayden.”
Unmoved, Elyse aimed the gun at Enzo with deadly precision. “I don’t care about your motives, whether they’re selfish or out of familial loyalty. You are responsible for my child’s death, and I cannot forgive that. I hope you encounter my baby’s soul after you die and beg for their forgiveness.”
With that, Elyse squeezed the trigger, and the sharp sound of gunfire filled the air, resonating with finality.
Jayden rose and surveyed Enzo, who lay in a spreading pool of blood. A dazed look clouded his features, and his eyes reflected a tumult of emotions.
Elyse gazed intently at Enzo’s contorted face as death neared, her expression one of horror and disbelief. Was it because he couldn’t accept the fact that Elyse, whom he had scorned, had shot him?
Gently, Jayden approached Elyse and murmured, “It’s finished. We should head back.”
Elyse, deep in thought, did not reply but silently turned and walked away.
Upon returning to their base, Elyse emerged from a refreshing shower as Jayden sat pensively on the edge of the bed, waiting for her.
Noticing him, she suggested, “Perhaps you should take a shower as well.”
“I need to speak with you,” Jayden confessed anxiously. “There are apologies I owe you for my past actions.”noveldrama
“Not now,” Elyse replied, dismissing him with a shake of her head. “Take your shower first.”
It was clear Elyse was setting boundaries, distancing herself.
The more Jayden sensed her withdrawal, the more desperate he became to bridge the gap, which only intensified her aversion.
Eventually, Elyse succumbed to sleep on the bed. Jayden, left with no choice, settled for the floor, spending the night alone.
The following morning, Jayden headed to the cafeteria to fetch breakfast for Elyse and unexpectedly encountered Peyton, who was covertly eating. Wait, why was Peyton here? Could he be the person Elyse had referred to? As Jayden approached, Peyton remained oblivious to the looming threat, absorbed in his meal.
After he collected his food—a pair of eggs, three slices of bread, along with milk and cheese—he turned to find Jayden staring at him with a menacing glare.
Peyton, sensing the hostility, tried to feign ignorance and bypass Jayden.
Jayden’s voice was icy as he detained Peyton by the shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going? We need to talk.”
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