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Felicia didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, that would be wonderful! I'd be over the moon to see you live, darling. I'm so
proud of you.”
“It’s really nothing,” Elyse said gently. “But don’t stay up too late, okay? | need to get ssleep now, too.”
Felicia’s voice brimmed with joy. “Alright. Sweet dreams. Next time, I'll be right there, cheering you on.”
After exchanging a few more warm words, Elyse hung up. She tossed her phone onto the bed, sighing softly as
she settled in.
But just as her head hit the pillow, there ca knock at the door.
Driscoll’s voice called out, “Elyse, you have a visitor.”
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Elyse groaned. “At this hour? Who on earth wants to seenow?”
“It’s Shaun,” Driscoll said.
Her eyes shot open. “Shaun? Wait, Shaun Kennedy? What's he doing here at nearly ten o'clock?”
Rising, she approached and opened the door.
Observing Elyse’s exhausted appearance, Driscoll offered an additional explanation. “He didn’t elaborate on his
visit, but | suspect he might be in an even more precarious state than you.”
Perplexed, Elyse inquired, “What do you mean?”
Driscoll gestured toward his eyes. “He bears pronounced dark circles. It appears he hasn't experienced restful
sleep in quite stime.”
Elyse felt momentarily speechless. “If he’s struggling with sleep, perhaps consulting a doctor would be more
appropriate. Why cto me?”
Draping a shawl around her shoulders and adopting a cool demeanor, she declared, “Let's go downstairs. I'll
hear him out.”
Driscoll followed Elyse as she descended to meet Shaun. Approaching the living area, she spotted Shaun seated
on the sofa.
The sight of the sofa stirred an unwelcmemory—a fleeting image of her and Jayden sharing an intimate
moment just days ago. The thought made her heart skip a beat.
Why was that popping into her head now? She shook it off, scolding herself silently for the distraction.
Clearing her throat, she walked forward and addressed Shaun with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. “What
brings you here so late?”
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Shaun tilted his head slightly, and Elyse’s heart skipped a beat as she took in his ghostly appearance. He looked
nothing short of disastrous.
His hair, once neatly styled, now cascaded in wild, untamed locks, a testament to months of neglect. The
haunting dark circles under his eyes spoke of countless sleepless nights, painting a portrait of sheer exhaustion.
His chin, scruffily bearded, gave him the air of a wanderer lost in time.
As Elyse’s eyes roved over Shaun, from his haggard face to his disheveled attire, she couldnt help but mock him
with a playful sneer. “Really, Shaun? Looking like a castaway—surely your family hasn't thrown you out with the
trash?”
Her laughter filled the room, light and mocking, as she gracefully descended onto the plush couch, her spirits
undeniably high.
Yet, Shaun's face remained a mask of serene detachment, untouched by her barbs. With a voice calm as a
dormant volcano, he inquired, “Does my plight really bring such joy to your heart?” .
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