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Elyse drifted off to sleep, her heart heavy from her conversation with Driscoll.
In the dead of night, the bedroom door creaked open, and a silent silhouette, Jayden in black pajamas, padded
barefoot to her bedside. Moonlight bathed Elyse’s face in a soft glow as Jayden stood vigil, a lonely guardian in
the darkness. He reached out, his fingers tracing the faint marks on her neck, a silent question lingering in the
air.
“Did | scare you?”
His voice was a mere whisper, unanswered by the sleeping Elyse. With a sigh, Jayden slipped beneath the
covers, careful not to disturb her. There was a distance between them now. It wasn’t the comforting closeness of
nights past, but at least she was there. He closed his eyes, the weight of unspoken emotions settling on him as
sleep finally claimed him.
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Across town, at the Royal Hotel, a different scene played out. Brook thrust deeply into Jennie on the plush bed,
their movements fueled by raw passion. Jennie’s moans filled the air, a siren song that sent Brook's blood
surging. He was determined to leave this enchanting woman breathless. Her moans becurgent, urging him
on.
Suddenly, the door splintered open with a crash, shattering the mood. Startled, Brook stumbled back, Jennie
clinging to him in a flurry of shock. Brook tossed a blanket over them, his anger flaring at the interruption.
“Well, well, well,” Corrie drawled, a smirk playing on her lips. “Seems I've interrupted something delightful.”
Brook's eyes narrowed. “Corrie, what the hell do you think you're doing?”
Jennie, sensing an opportunity, purred, “Hey there, shouldn't you knock before barging in? Brook and | were
rather busy.” She leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Corrie rolled her eyes, her amusement barely contained. “Sparethe theatrics, Jennie. | may not be a lady,
but I'm certainly not a fool.”
Her gaze shifted to Brook, her voice laced with steel. “Get dressed. We're leaving. Now.”
“Why should he? He promised to spend the night.” Jennie bristled.
Brook's jaw clenched. “Corrie, can’t you be sensible? Why upset Jennie?” He threw her a pointed look. “And for
your information, I'm not your husband yet.”
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Corrie crossed her arms, looking at him coldly, clearly not taking his warning seriously.
Brook, seeing this, angrily threatened, “Are you out of your mind? Do my words mean nothing to you? Does the
Bates family not want assistance from the Owen family anymore?”
Corrie, unfazed, crossed her arms. “Threats, Brook? How very becoming.”
“Old tactics can be effective,” he countered, his jaw clenched. “Apologize to Jennie, or my family’s support for
yours dries up.”
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Corrie’s smile was devoid of warmth. “Fine. Cut it off. My family doesn’t need your charity anymore.”
Brook's face contorted in disbelief. “What do you mean?”
A sly smile spread across Corrie’s face. “Let's just say my family has secured a direct line to the Owen resources.
No middleman necessary.”
Her smile widened into a malicious grin. “You no longer have leverage, Brook.”
A harsh laugh escaped her lips before she turned her icy gaze on Jennie. “Now, let's deal with this arrogant slut.”
Before Corrie could unleash her fury, Brook instinctively stepped in, shielding Jennie, and taking the brunt of her
attack. He had taken numerous slaps for Jennie.
The next morning, Brook, nursing bruised cheeks and a throbbing head, called in sick. Elyse woke up to an
empty bed. A flicker of emotion crossed her face before it was quickly replaced by a mask of indifference. He
didn’t want to share a bed? Fine. They wouldn't share one again.
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