?Chapter 262:


    Elena had always worn a mask during races, and her face had remained unseen for many years. Even though Lydia had been eager to glimpse Xavier’s face before the race, Elena had never considered doing the same. Instead of asking him to reveal his face, she chose to keep things as they were.


    “You lost,” Elena said.


    She was unaware of how his shoulders tensed the instant her voice reached his ears.


    Wesley gradually raised his eyes, a trace of amusement flickering within them. He turned around, his face hidden behind a mask.


    His voice, deep and raspy from the thrill of the race, carried a sense of eptance. “I ept that.”


    His tall silhouette began to slowly close the distance between them.


    Elena, standing much shorter than him, stretched her neck awkwardly to meet his gaze, feeling the difort as she did. Her expression turned to a frown as she suddenly ced her hands on his shoulders.


    Wesley pulled back slightly, confused by her actions. Her hands, soft and slim, pressed against him unexpectedly. Caught off guard, he stumbled back onto the couch, his brow furrowing in confusion.


    Elena, one eyebrow arched, appeared unbothered. “It’s morefortable to talk like this.”


    Wesley looked at her petite figure and understood her intent.


    In the next instant, Elena found herself enveloped in his strong arms. A serene voice drifted down to her. “How about this?” The voice sounded hauntingly familiar.


    A scent of cedar drifted to her, more pronounced than usual. The intensity of the race seemed to amplify the familiar aroma. This particr cedar scent—rich yet refreshing—was one she recognized from only one person.


    Elena froze.


    Wesley, unfazed, lifted his hand to his face and removed his mask, unconcerned by her realization of his identity.


    “You’re free to look at me now,” he said.


    Elena raised her eyes slowly, and sure enough, she found herself looking into those recognizable eyes. She was slightly startled.


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    The enigmatic Xavier was none other than Wesley.


    Racing was all about excitement and danger, a perfect mix of both. Wesley, both admired and feared, led the influential Spencer family in the. His life held great importance. The risks associated with racing were real. Elena had always thought of Wesley as someone who valued his life highly, so his involvement in racing was unexpected.


    Despite her internal surprise, Elena’s expression remainedposed. She believed that with her mask on, Wesley was still unaware that Olivia was actually her. Wesley had spent a long time investigating her true identity. Although his search had slowed recently, Elena was determined to keep her alter ego, Olivia, hidden.


    The strong hand resting on her waist shifted slightly, finding a new position. Realizing how overly intimate their positions were, Elena’s frown deepened. She couldn’t help but think about how Wesley usually kept his distance from women. Yet here he was,fortable with a woman he barely knew sitting in hisp.


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