?<strong>Chapter 1107:</strong>


    Jayden reached out and pinched her cheek. “Don’t think you can get rid of me just because that irritating guy ising. Remember, you’re mine.”


    Elyse was quick to respond. She grabbed Jayden’s face and squeezed his cheeks forcefully. He drew in a sharp breath from the pain. “Are you in the wrong? Ready to give up? Release me now.”


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    Jayden, clearly annoyed, retorted, “I won’t let go!” Elyse increased the pressure, and Jayden reluctantly loosened his hold. Defeated, he grumbled, “Pinch me if you must, but please don’t squeeze my cheeks.” Observing his strained smile, Elyse burst outughing.


    “Look at this delightful couple. Aren’t they cute?”mented the ranch owner, approaching with a tray of bread and a yful smile. She stooped to retrieve a purse from the floor, teasing, “Don’t let your flirting make you careless. You’re letting things slip.”


    Elyse quickly let go and said, “Sorry, ma’am.” Jayden epted the purse, carefully brushed it off, and draped it across his shoulder.


    The ranch owner watched Jayden’s graceful movements andughed. “You’re the first man I’ve seen carrying his girlfriend’s purse. Is this amon urrence for you?”


    Jayden answered, “Not usually, but I’m d to do it when the opportunity arises.”


    “Oh, you enjoy it,” the ranch owner said, drawing out her words and sending Elyse a yful, knowing nce.


    Feeling the weight of her look, Elyse’s cheeks turned pink, and she fidgeted with her clothing, unsure how to respond.


    The ranch owner set the freshly baked bread on the table and said, “My husband returns tomorrow. I’m eager to show him how charming a man looks when he helps carry hisdy’s purse.”


    Curiosity piqued, Elyse inquired, “What is he up to?”


    “A friend needed his help. He’s away just for the day and night,” the ranch owner said, resting her hands on her hips and sighing. “Sometimes he irritates me, but I’m a bit lonely when he’s not here.”


    Elyse smiled and responded, “It sounds like you really care about him.”


    The ranch owner, a bit embarrassed, scratched her cheek. “You’re right, I do miss him. I’m looking forward to his return.”


    Just then, the ranch owner’s eyes brightened at the sight of a leather violin case by Elyse’s feet. “You y the violin!” she eximed.


    Elyse nodded, still smiling. “Do you have a favorite piece? Perhaps I can y it for you.”


    The ranch owner paused thoughtfully, then said, “Can you y ‘Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1’?”


    Elyse nodded and responded, “Yes, I can.”


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