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Raising her hand, Elyse gently traced her fingers over the urns slowly and deliberately, as if trying to connect
with her parents’ presence. Tears soon welled up in her eyes and started to stream down her face. Driscoll’s
heart ached at the sight, and his eyes reddened.
After gazing at the urns for stime, Elyse managed a smile and said to Jayden, “They didn’t even put names
on these. | can’t tell which is my mom's and which is my dad’s.” Seeing the strained smile on her face, Jayden
softly advised, “Don’t force yourself to smile if you don’t feel like it.”
The smile on Elyse’s face stiffened, then slowly faded away, giving way to visible pain and sadness. She wrapped
her arms around herself and crouched down, her mouth open as if she was crying out, but no sound cout,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtonly her tears spoke of her deep despair. Unable to bear her silent agony, Jayden stood up subconsciously, then
realized his mistake and sat back down quickly. He looked at her with guilt, relieved that she was too engrossed
in her grief to notice his abrupt movement.
Elyse, oblivious to his reaction, held the urns tightly and slowly squatted down, her tears falling onto them.
Jayden maneuvered his wheelchair to her side and reached out a hand, hesitating to touch her. Suddenly, he felt
how inadequate his attempts to comfort her were. Jayden becdistracted, silently withdrawing his hand and
simply stayed beside her, offering his presence as solace. Even the household staff were tucked away in a
corner, watching Elyse with concern.
After a long while of crying, Elyse fainted. Yet instinctively, she continued to grip the urns tightly. She thought
she would hit the floor, but instead, she found something soft beneath her. Tears filled her eyes again when she
saw it was Jayden looking at her with concern. She tried to speak, but initially, no sound cout. After several
attempts, she finally said in a raspy voice, “I just remembered something. Lanny never gaveany photos of
my mother.”
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Jayden gently squeezed her shoulder and assured her, “I will get them for you.” Elyse nodded and looked into
Jayden’s eyes for a long moment. Then, she whispered softly, “I’m so happy to be your wife.”
With that, she closed her eyes gently and fell asleep with the urns in her arms. Seeing this, Driscoll carefully
removed the urns from her hands and asked with concern, “Sir, should | carry her upstairs?” Receiving no reply,
Driscoll asked again, “Sir?”
Jayden snapped out of his thoughts and replied, “Yes.” Driscoll looked puzzled, “Should | take her upstairs to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmrest?” “No, I'll do it,” Jayden replied. He lifted Elyse effortlessly and ascended the stairs. A few steps later, he
remembered something and instructed Driscoll, “Please prepare a guest room and place the urns there.” Driscoll
nodded and promptly directed the servants to tidy up a room.
Back in the bedroom, Jayden gently placed Elyse on the bed and tucked her in. He lingered by her side for a
moment, watching her sleep. After stime, he left the bedroom and headed to the study on the ground floor.
He settled into the chair and called Peyton's number. Peyton, who had just finished a night shift, was still sleepy.
Answering the phone, he inquired irritably, “Why did you call me?” Just now, Elyse mentioned...” He paused
before continuing, “She’s happy to be my wife.” After a brief silence of three seconds, Peyton asked, “And? What
else?”
Jayden repeated, “She said she’s happy.” Peyton realized Jayden was displaying their affection. He retorted, “You
don’t need to calljust to tellthat. I'm not interested.” Jayden responded, “But she said she’s happy.”
Peyton snapped back sarcastically, “Then why don’t you divorce her and marry me? I'd love to share that
happiness.” Jayden ended the call. Peyton rolled his eyes and chuckled.
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