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    After finishing her ss, Elena said, “This wine is quite good. What is it?”


    Wesley knew it was a drink with a kick stronger than whiskey, but he kept silent about it and poured her another. “Do you like it?” he asked softly.


    “Yes.” Elena nodded, epting the refill.


    “Have another then,” Wesley said.


    Believing it to be a mild fruit wine, Elena quickly drank another ss. By the time she reached her third, her vision started to blur.


    She gestured with her hand, which Wesley caught in a warm, firm hold.


    Wesley’s eyes lingered on her flushed cheeks before he said calmly, “You’re drunk.”


    “That can’t be…” Elena murmured, bewildered. “I didn’t drink that much. Mr. Spencer, please stop spinning.”


    She tried to focus on him, but everything went dark as she leaned forward, copsing into his arms.


    Wesley found himself pinned beneath her on the sofa.


    The effects of the alcohol seemed to mess with her mind, and her eyes shone vividly.


    “Elena,” Wesley called out in a deep voice.


    “I’m here,” she responded, her voice soft andpliant, clearly under the influence.


    Wesley reclined on the sofa, his gaze captivated by her strikingly beautiful face. Her thick eyshes fluttered, sending a rush of warmth through his heart.


    His gaze dropped, his expression unreadable. “Why did you approach me?” His voice was low and resonant, reminiscent of a deep cello.


    Elena blinked slowly, lifting her gaze. She stared intently at his face. Suddenly, she reached out, cupping Wesley’s cheeks, her breath tinged with the smell of alcohol. “Because you’re handsome. I like handsome men.”


    Wesley was taken aback. Her body was pressed against his, soft as a feather pillow, particrly around the chest area. How could anyone be so soft…


    Wesley’s eyes darkened, his pupils dting with intensity. His breathing became heavier, his body tensing.


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    “Mr. Spencer, are you there? I’vee to pick up Elena.” Jeffry’s voice pierced through Wesley’s thoughts.


    “Come in,” Wesley responded coldly.


    When Jeffry entered and saw Elena sprawled on top of Wesley, his mind froze momentarily.


    Wesley looked up and said tly, “Aren’t you going to take her?”


    Snapping back to reality, Jeffry quickly scooped Elena into his arms. He shot Wesley a suspicious re. “What did you do to my sister?”


    Wesley sat up, his face emotionless. “Didn’t you see? She’s the one pinning me down.”


    Jeffry remembered the scene and had to admit it was true.


    Wesley asked casually, “How did you know she was here?”


    Jeffry exined, “I had a meeting nearby. I called her, and she said she was with you, so I came.”


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