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    With a slight nod, Wesley rose to his feet and began making his way outside.


    His tall figure created an illusion of strength, but Elena’s trained eye caught the subtle sway in his gait.


    She pressed her lips together and followed him silently.


    When they reached the car, Wesley struggled with the door handle, his normally capable hands failing him as he tugged at it without sess.


    He turned to look at Elena, only to see her open the back door directly. Wesley’s brow furrowed in puzzlement.


    “Get in.” Elena spoke coolly, her voice clinical and detached. “I need to treat your wound.”


    Wesley’s eyes flickered, and he obediently hopped into the back seat.


    The jeep provided slightly more space than a sedan, but the difference was negligible.


    Elena leaned over and lifted his shirt, revealing the firm, lean contours of his waist.


    Finding it inconvenient to apply medicine with one hand, she said without looking up, “Hold your shirt.”


    A shadow shed across Wesley’s eyes as he raised his hand toply with her request.


    To see the wound clearly, Elena had to adjust her position slightly, causing a few strands of her long hair to fall forward onto Wesley’s chest.


    As she moved, they brushed against his skin, sending an unexpected shiver down his spine.


    Wesley’s breathing deepened, his gaze fixed intently on Elena’s face, unable to look away.


    Meanwhile, Elena’s expression remainedpletely focused, her movements skilled and precise.


    The wound had split open, the stitches broken, revealing an angry red area that was festering—a messy blend of blood and exposed flesh.


    Elena produced a medical needle and thread from somewhere and said simply, “Bear with it,” before beginning to stitch the wound closed.


    Wesley leaned back against the leather seat, his eyes following her skilled movements despite maintaining a deliberately nk expression.


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    When the needle first pierced his flesh, his muscles tensed involuntarily.


    Undeterred, Elena methodically stitched the wound back together, one precise stitch after another, her concentration unwavering.


    The confined space of the vehicle seemed to intensify the atmosphere, causing small beads of sweat to appear on Elena’s nose as she worked.


    Her eyes were fixed on his waist and abdomen.


    Bathed in the soft yellow glow of the car’s interior light, shadows yed across her features, giving her wless face an almost ethereal quality—veiled and beautiful in the dim illumination.


    Wesley’s Adam’s apple bobbed noticeably as emotion surged within him, revealing itself only through his eyes.


    His gaze grew deep and impossible to interpret.


    To him, Elena was like sunlight in winter, bringing warmth to his cold world, irresistibly attractive.


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