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    As he nced down at his hand, annoyance pricked at him like a thorn. When Elyse had stumbled, her fingers had iled, identallytching onto his.


    Wesley, aplete neat freak, felt a wave of difort wash over him. His hand now felt tainted, an unwee sensation that urged him toward obsessive cleanliness.


    Without a word, hepletely ignored Elyse, his face set in a mask of displeasure. He strode toward the sink, determined to scrub away every trace of contact.


    Elyse’s smile froze into a rigid mask.


    Here she sat, sprawled ungracefully on the floor in her opulent gown, one hand iling awkwardly in the air—a portrait of utter despair.


    Earlier in the evening, she had already embarrassed herself, but now, as if driven by some inexorable force, she found yet another way topound her humiliation.


    Alexander couldn’t stand the spectacle any longer. He quietly instructed his driver to escort Elyse home immediately.


    the was a hive of activity, buzzing and vibrant, while the quieter streets of Foiclens seemed almost somber in stark contrast.


    Darren, his face stormy with suppressed rage, guided Sylvia straight to the doorstep of the Reed family.


    The door swung open, and Cecily appeared, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of Darren’s fury and Sylvia’s tear-streaked cheeks. “What’s happened? Why is Sylvia crying?” Cecily’s voice trembled with concern.


    Darren had held his anger at bay throughout the drive, but now it surged forth uncontrobly.


    The more he had pondered the situation during their silent return from the, the fiercer his anger had grown.


    The Reed family had known all along that Elena was the eldest daughter of the Harper family, yet they had deceived him, presenting her as a girl from a modest background. This deception had cost him dearly, severing potential ties with the Harper family.


    In a sudden outburst of fury, Darren whirled around and delivered a sharp p to Sylvia’s face.


    The sound echoed piercingly against the walls.


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    “Darren, how could you hit Sylvia? She’s supposed to be your future wife!” Cecily’s face turned pale as she rushed to Sylvia’s side.


    Sylvia’s cheek bore the vivid imprint of a red hand, stark against her skin.


    Cecily’s eyebrows knitted together, a tangle of fear and confusion, while shock and anger surged through her entire being.


    Had Darren lost his senses? He had never so much as raised his voice at Sylvia, yet now he hit her!


    Both Cecily and Sylvia were taken aback.


    Sylvia held her cheek, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at Darren in disbelief.


    From the moment they first met, Darren had embodied nothing but kindness and unwavering politeness.


    But today, he had exploded in anger and delivered a harsh p to her. The p was so powerful that it left Sylvia’s ears ringing and her thoughts scattered.


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