Chapter 478:
Jayden could no longer tolerate the situation. He gestured sharply with his hand, signaling to his bodyguards who
immediately prepared to storm the door, their actions aggressive and decisive.
Shaun’s smile grew broader as his eyes flashed a warning chill. “Are you planning to storm into my hjust like
that?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“I simply wish to bring my wife back home,” Jayden retorted, his voice tinged with irritation. “You're in my way.”
Shaun tightened his fists and retorted, “So, you're ignoring my warnings and attempting to forcefully enter? Or
do you believe I'm quite accommodating?” Jayden replied with a sneer.
Attempting to calm himself, Shaun took a deep breath, then, with a sudden change in demeanor, he stepped
aside, gesturing for Jayden to enter. Suspicious, Jayden queried sharply, “What are you scheming?”
“No schemes,” Shaun responded, his tone laced with disdain. “Consider this an invitation.” His polite words
contrasted with the clear suspicion in his voice.
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He looked at Jayden with a mix of disdain and pity. “If Elyse chooses not to see you, it’s out of my hands.”
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Biting back curses, Jayden managed to hold his tongue. Shaun, noticing Jayden’s frustration, felt a surge of
satisfaction. “Mr. Owen, you've upset your wife, yet it seems you're oblivious to certain facts.”
“What are you referring to?” Jayden asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Realization dawned on Shaun that Elyse had kept the pregnancy from Jayden for days. It appeared the couple
wasn't as content and affectionate as he had observed. Reflecting on this, Shaun’s animosity towards Jayden
diminished somewhat, giving way to a sense of pity. Why hold a grudge against a man unaware of his wife's
pregnancy? He concluded that pity, rather than anger, was the appropriate response for such an oblivious fellow.
Once again, he gestured invitingly. “Please, cin. My invitation is genuine.”
Still wary, Jayden scrutinized Shaun, puzzled by his change in attitude but eager to find Elyse. He stepped into
Shaun's villa and made his way to the living room, only to find no sign of Elyse. Instead, Tracy stood there, clad
in a purple silk dress. She stood expressionless, her hands hanging loosely by her sides as she watched him.
He glanced briefly at her, then, not seeing Elyse, turned to Tracy and demanded, “Where is Elyse? Have her
cout. I'll take her home.”
“Elyse doesn’t want to go hwith you. You should leave,” Tracy replied softly.
Jayden frowned. “Is she still angry? Tell her | know | was wrong. Ask her to cout and back hwith me.”
Tracy regarded him with calm eyes. “I don’t think you understand what you did wrong. Please leave now. | won't
call Elyse for you.”
Impatiently, Jayden retorted, “Elyse is my wife. What do you mean by stopping me? Don’t you want us to
reconcile?”
Shaun stepped beside Tracy, protective and stern. “Since when have we becbarriers in your relationship?
Did we upset Elyse? Mr. Owen, be reasonable.”
Rubbing his forehead, Jayden snapped, “Shaun, if you don’t bring Elyse to me, | will take matters into my own
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“Enough!” Elyse shouted from the second-floor landing.
All eyes turned upward. She stood by the stair railing, her eyes red and swollen, her hair disheveled, with traces
of tears still visible on her cheeks. Seeing her distress, Tracy immediately expressed concern.
“Elyse, are you okay? Go back to your room, and we can handle this.”
Elyse shook her head at Tracy, then fixed her gaze on Jayden, who remained silent. She thought of the past days,
wondering how things had reached this point. Tears began to flow again as she spoke in a trembling voice.
“Go back. I'm staying here today. | won't go home.”
Jayden responded firmly, “No, you are my wife. You have to chwith me.”
A bitter smile crossed Elyse’s face. “Do you seeas your wife, or as a tool for your use? Jayden, I'm not a
puppet under your command. | have my own thoughts. If you truly regardedas your wife, how could you
disregard my feelings?”
Jayden was perplexed. “When did | treat you like a puppet? | love you so much. Can't you see that?”