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    Bruce presented thesements to Kaiden, sensing his mounting anger.


    Kaiden’s expression was stern, and he was clearly unhappy. Bruce wondered if Ellie would face his wrath.


    Meanwhile, Ellie had the post removed simply to avoid wasting time on it.


    Still feeling the aftermath of a tiresome night, Ellie prepared for some much-needed sleep. Suddenly, she received a message from an unknown number.


    “You’re wee. I did it for my brother’s reputation.”


    Confused, Ellie replied, “Who are you?”


    It was only after seeing Edwin’s Twitter statement that she realized it was from him.


    Following that post,izens had discovered her identity, and “Stylist Ellie Gordon” had be a trending topic.


    Ellie felt powerless and didn’t bother to click on the topic to investigate further.


    She didn’t believe she owed Edwin any gratitude.


    After the publicity stunt, the money she spent deleting the post felt wasted.


    But Ellie was very confused.


    She pondered how Edwin even had her number since they never got along.


    When she tried calling him, she discovered she was blocked.


    Well, it seemed that Edwin was angry that she had sent a message asking who he was.


    Back at the main building, which had been quiet for years, Kaiden noticed a change.


    Entering the house, he saw Ellie asleep in a rocking chair by the French window, bathed in the sunset’s glow. Her delicate features and soft skin were entuated by the light, with long, fan-like eyshes casting shadows on her face.


    A hint of weariness was visible under her eyes.


    Despite the heated room, she was cozily wrapped in a thin cashmere nket, a testament to her dislike of the cold.


    In her hand was a book, creating a scene both delicate and serene. The warmth radiating from her stirred an unusual feeling in Kaiden,pelling him to gaze at her repeatedly. His irritation, fueled by onlinements about Ellie and Theo being an ideal match, evaporated upon seeing her.


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    “Mrs. Thorpe didn’t get up until noon. After lunch, she spent some time on her phone and then dozed off,” Cayson, in a hushed tone, informed Kaiden.


    Acknowledging this, Kaiden ascended the stairs to change.


    By the time he returned, Ellie was just waking up.


    She yawned, her sleepy eyes meeting Kaiden’s at the sound of his movement.


    She opened her mouth to speak but remained silent.


    Ellie’s demeanor was notably subdued, a stark contrast to her usualposed or calcting self. She appeared like a wronged, dispirited cat.


    Kaiden gently rubbed her head, asking, “Why don’t you speak?”


    “My throat hurts,” she replied, her voice even huskier than before.


    “You caught a cold?” Kaiden asked, his brow furrowing in concern. Ellie’s sneer conveyed incredulity at his question, as if saying, “What do you think? Isn’t it obvious?”


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