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    But Jaelyn’s joy had been short-lived. Her tion vanished the moment Darren announced his intention to marry Sylvia instead. She was immediately displeased. Sylvia was neither as beautiful nor as refined as Elena.


    Naturally, Jaelyn had objected to Darren’s decision, but Darren remained resolute in his choice to marry Sylvia, leaving Jaelyn powerless to intervene.


    Darren strode out, seemingly deaf to Jaelyn’s mocking words.


    The more Jaelyn dwelled on the situation, the more her anger bubbled. Finally, she snatched up her phone and dialed Sylvia’s number, giving Sylvia a blistering piece of her mind.


    In Darren’s apartment, Sylvia sat with glistening eyes, delicate tears tracing her baster cheeks. “Darren, your mother doesn’t like me. What should I do?” she asked, her eyes wide and innocent like a doe, brimming with an earnest, almost desperate desire to be epted.


    Darren’s touch was tender as he brushed away her tears with his thumb, his gaze inscrutable yet gentle. “Don’t worry,” he murmured reassuringly. “She simply doesn’t know you well yet. Once you marry into the Griffiths family and spend more time with her, she’ll undoubtedly grow to appreciate you.”


    “Really?” Sylvia’s eyshes fluttered, grazing Darren’s finger—each delicate movement sending an electric shiver through his body. His Adam’s apple bobbed with a sudden surge of emotion, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Tell me, Sylvia, do you love me?”


    Sylvia nodded and said, “I love you with all my heart.”


    “Would you be willing to do something for me?”


    “Darren, you’re so extraordinary. What could I possibly do to help you?” Her eyes sparkled with unwavering admiration, instantly soothing Darren’s bruised ego from earlier in the day.


    He lifted her chin, raising her tear-streaked face. “Only you can help me with this…” His voice was low, intimate.


    He leaned in, his breath mingling with hers.


    The air grew thick with tension, their breathing bing morebored. Sylvia’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she stretched her neck in breathless anticipation. “Okay,” she whispered.


    Darren kissed her deeply, and they melted into each other’s embrace. Soon, the soft sound of running water filled the room.


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    The night was pitch-ck, dense and enveloping, as the city’s mor gradually dissolved into silence. In the vi nestled against the Hillside Manor, two figures stood intimately close, almost embracing. Elena tilted her head upward, her gaze meeting the handsome face hovering just inches away.


    Wesley’s eyes were as profound as the surrounding darkness, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts. His features were sculpted with precision—a high, prominent nose bridge and a smooth, chiseled jawline that spoke of quiet intensity.


    His thin lips betrayed an air of cool detachment, seemingly contradicting the old adage that men withrge noses harbored strong desires.


    Elena nestledpletely within his arms, her body pressed close while his expression remained cial—cold enough to send involuntary shivers down one’s spine.


    She caught a subtle hint of his unique scent. Every time they drew close, his understated fragrance of cedar wood invaded her senses, exuding an aura of unmistakable authority—much like Wesley himself.


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