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    Jayden noted, “As long as she’s around, he could withstand any harsh words or hard ps.”


    Peyton darted into the distance, exhaling deeply with relief.


    He pressed his back against the wall, his voice barely above a whisper. “Jayden and Elyse truly have extraordinary perception. Nothing ever escapes their watchful eyes.”


    The question that troubled his mind was how Jayden had gained such insight into his personal preferences. He had always harbored an attraction to women like Aileen, with her enchanting innocence and curvaceous figure.


    After steadying himself, Peyton reimed his characteristic detachment, his features settling into their usual reserved expression. He blended effortlessly into the gathering, his eyes methodically scanning the room for Aileen. She had promised to celebrate his birthday by his side—so where had she vanished to?


    Following a meticulous search, he finally located her.


    She was concealed behind a massive pir, her gaze fixed intently on Clive and his date. Peyton immediately recognized the woman as Clive’s sister. Their familial bond exined their proximity as they exchanged hushed words, creating an impression of intimacy that might mislead an uninformed observer.<fn54ed> Th?s chapter is updated by FιndNovel</fn54ed>


    Peyton studied Aileen’s face, realizing she had misunderstood the situation entirely.


    This misinterpretation didn’t concern him; he would ease her troubled thoughts. He approached with silent footsteps behind her, his voice gentle against her ear. “Does seeing Clive with another woman distress you?”


    Aileen startled, her body tensing before recognizing Peyton. A flurry of emotions crossed her face as she nodded reluctantly. “Yes,” she admitted softly.


    “If it troubles you so deeply,” Peyton suggested, “why not simply ask him about her identity instead of torturing yourself with spection?”


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    Aileen’s lips tightened with displeasure. “I’m your future wife, yet you’re encouraging me to approach another man. Do you truly desire this marriage?” Her gaze deliberately avoided his, her mouth forming a pronounced pout.


    Peyton responded with measured patience. “It’s precisely because I intend to marry you that I’m urging you to speak with Clive. Some emotional entanglements require immediate resolution rather than prolonged uncertainty. Wouldn’t you agree?”


    Aileen hesitated, her confidence faltering. “I can’t possibly do that—I’m far too intimidated.”


    At that precise moment, Clive, who had been conversing with his sister, noticed the pair hiding behind the pir. He approached quietly, his voice startling them both. “What are you talking about?”


    Aileen jumped once more, hastily seeking refuge behind Peyton at Clive’s approach.


    Peyton, however, refused to amodate her evasion. He drew her firmly in front of Clive, his voice decisive. “She needs to discuss something with you—please spare her a few minutes of your time.”


    “You traitor!” Aileen hissed, her cheeks flushing crimson as she struggled to meet Clive’s eyes.


    Clive responded with unexpected warmth. “Certainly, where would you prefer to talk?”


    Aileen froze, bewildered by his ready agreement.


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