?Chapter 118:


    “Are you alright?” A soft voice shattered the quiet.


    Elena lifted her gaze, finding a striking man standing before her. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and a charcoal suit, he leaned in slightly, his expression etched with concern. He stood so near that she could make out his sharp features and the faint curve of his lips.


    “Who are you? I don’t recall seeing you around. Are you new here?” Theo, the striking man in question, inquired, his captivating eyes glinting with amusement. Women were often drawn to his charm—falling for him was almost inevitable.


    But Elena remained indifferent. She pressed her fingers to her temple, took a step back, and widened the gap between them.


    Elena had a gift for reading people, noticing the slightest shifts in their demeanor. From the moment she saw this man, she knew he was being deliberate. This was thedies’ restroom. The men’s was located at the opposite end of the hallway. It wasn’t a ce a man would casually wander into. His words hinted at familiarity with the building, indicating he worked for the Spencer Group, which suggested he had no excuse for not knowing where the men’s restroom was.


    Elena’s reaction was unexpected for Theo. Wasn’t she supposed to flush and avert her gaze like the others did? For a brief second, he faltered and then reached out toward her forehead. “Let me check if you’re injured…”


    Before his fingers could make contact, his wrist was seized. A sharp jolt ran through his arm, freezing the smile on his lips. Elena had halted him effortlessly—with just two fingers.


    Suppressing his annoyance, Theo maintained a gentle tone. “Don’t take it the wrong way. I was only trying to help. If I overstepped, I apologize.”


    Theo hadn’t expected Wesley’s woman to have such a fierce side. Had he not known that Wesley treated her differently, he wouldn’t have given her a second thought. At first nce, she was undeniably breathtaking.


    the was filled with stunning women, but few possessed Elena’s level of elegance. There was something distinct about her—a rare flower flourishing amidst brambles. Despite the grime around her, she remained untarnished.


    Theo had encountered countless beautiful women, yet there was something about Elena that drew him in. What surprised him most was that her delicate exterior was misleading—there was fire beneath it.


    Elena let go of his wrist, pulled out a sanitizing wipe, and meticulously cleaned the fingers that had touched him. Tossing the used wipe into the bin, she walked past him without sparing a nce.


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    “Wait…” Theo’s hand instinctively reached out, stopping just short of grabbing her. He hesitated, recalling the strength of her grip. Best not to push his luck.


    Elena paused to look at him.


    With a yful glint in his eyes, Theo smirked. “Hey, beautiful. I’m Theo Spencer. Can I get your name?”


    Elena’s response was blunt. “No.”


    His gaze flickered to the documents she held. “You’re from Leopardex, huh? Here for a partnership meeting? You can speak with me directly. I know this project inside and out.”


    “I have an appointment with Wesley,” Elena replied.


    Theo persisted. “He’s out today. No need to wait—talking to me is just as good.”


    Confidence radiated from Theo. He was convinced that given enough time, Elena would inevitably be drawn to him. Wesley was distant, incapable of making a woman feel cherished. If only Elena had met him first instead of Wesley.


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