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    Elyse sighed. “It was among Louis’s belongings. Jayden said this was Louis’s favorite picture. After taking it, he ced it on his bedside table. When he died, Jayden found it buried among his things.”


    Corrie’s eyes welled up. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she clutched the photo to her chest. Her voice shook as she murmured, “Louis was an illegitimate son. His family never acknowledged him. He wasn’t the most talented among them, so they barely paid him any attention. What could he have possibly given me? He had no future. His love was suffocating.”


    Elyse watched her for a moment before asking, “And now?”


    Corrie didn’t answer. Instead, she held the photo closer, as if trying to absorb the warmth from a moment long gone.


    What did Louis’s love mean to Corrie now?


    Without another word, Corrie turned and followed the guard out of the room. She would have plenty of time to reflect on what Louis’s love had meant to her.


    Elyse had never liked Corrie. But seeing her like this, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity.


    After bidding Jennie farewell, Elyse returned home from the courthouse to find Jayden brooding. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Who upset you this time?”


    Standing beside her, Driscoll let out a weary sigh. “Your admirer has sent flowers again. This time, from a different florist. Mr. Owen has been investigating all day but hit a dead end.”


    Elyse nced at the trash can stuffed with discarded bouquets and sighed inwardly. This was getting ridiculous. She stepped closer to Jayden and asked, “Are we going about this the wrong way? Is that why we keeping up empty?”


    Jayden’s jaw tightened, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “What other way is there? I have checked everything I can think of and still found nothing. Whoever is behind this is annoyingly resourceful.”


    Elyse stifled a groan. He was jealous again. She had soothed his ruffled feathers multiple times, yet he was still angry. She was exhausted from constantly reassuring him.


    Crossing her arms around her chest, she asked coolly, “So, are you actually going to listen to my thoughts on this or not?”


    Still fuming, Jayden snapped, “No!”<fn729f> The source of th?s content is fin?novel</fn729f>


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    Then, as if to prove his point, he turned away, refusing to look at her. Elyse scoffed, rolled her eyes, and stalked out of the living room without another word.


    Jayden’s frustration red as he watched her go. She hadn’t even made an effort to cate him this time! The audacity!


    Fuming, he snatched his phone off the table. He had to find whoever dared to set their sights on his girlfriend.


    Back in her room, Elyse attempted to practice her violin, but she couldn’t focus. After a few half-hearted tries, she set it aside and moved to the window, staring out as she mulled over the mysterious flowers.


    Whoever was sending them had ess to their address and was enough to outmaneuver Jayden’s meticulous investigations. That meant it had to be someone close—someone familiar with Jayden’s way of thinking, someone within their circle.


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