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    Inside, Wesley was deeply absorbed in his paperwork. He nced up as she entered but remained silent.


    Choosing not to disturb him, Elena gracefully settled on the sofa. Wesley wore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, highlighting his forearms. The simplicity of the shirt suited him remarkably well, and his distant gaze and reserved demeanor lent him an aura of understated power.


    A calm and collected demeanor was a man’s greatest charm.


    As Wesley concentrated on his work, his eyshes cast faint shadows, and his lips were firmly set. Elena’s eyes wandered from his Adam’s apple to the pronounced veins on his hands, understanding why he was often the subject of admiringments from women.


    The room was filled with the soft rustling of paper.


    After more than ten minutes, Wesley finally stopped his paperwork. Elena lifted her eyebrows, not expecting him to cut her waiting time short. Previously, she had made him wait; now, he was subtly reciprocating.


    “Mr. Spencer, is now a good time to discuss the proposal?” Elena asked.


    Wesley didn’t approach her. Instead, he moved to the panoramic window, where he picked up a coat from the rack. Slipping into a tailored gray suit, he turned to Elena and suggested, “Let’s go.”


    “To where?” Elena asked, caught off guard.


    Wesley nced at his watch. “You’rete; lunch first, then.”


    The clock confirmed it was indeed noon, perfect timing for their meal. Elena paused momentarily, asking, “Together, you mean?”


    Wesley walked toward her, his expression as cold as ever. “You’re not willing?”


    “No issue here,” Elena quickly responded as she collected her belongings. “Where will we be eating?”


    She would not turn down a free meal, especially when Wesley was offering to pay.


    While his facial expression stayed neutral, Wesley’s furrowed brows rxed a bit.


    He selected a high-end restaurant renowned throughout the for its freshly imported ingredients. The cost per person was outrageously high, well beyond what most people could afford.


    Upon their arrival, the restaurant manager promptly escorted them to a private room, recognizing Wesley immediately.


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    Familiar with the menu, Wesley ordered swiftly without even ncing at it. As the manager started to hand the menu to Elena, he was taken aback by her confident selection of several signature dishes. The manager was surprised by Elena’s apparent familiarity with their offerings.


    Wesley’s voice cut through the air, crisp and cool. “Any issues?”


    The manager hastily replied, “Absolutely not, Mr. Spencer. Your dishes will be ready shortly.”


    The food arrived soon after.


    Wesley had chosen a steak and selected a bottle of wine priced at over a million. Elena tasted the wine; it began with a subtle bitterness that melted into a potent, warm finish. Her adeptness at wine tasting caught Wesley’s attention.


    “What do you think?” Wesley asked abruptly.


    Elena gave a nod of approval. “It’s quite good.”


    He then asked, “What caused your dy today?”


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