?Chapter 347:


    In the afternoon, Elena efficiently organized and sorted the documents, tailoring the system to her own meticulous methods. Astonishingly, she had mastered the intricacies of Edgewine’s projects in just a single day.


    As the clock neared the end of the workday at 5:50 p.m., Wesley checked the time. Ten more minutes until the end of the day. At precisely six o’clock, as Elena…


    As Elena rose from her seat, Wesley, with calcted casualness, shrugged on his suit jacket and strode out.


    They found themselves together in the elevator, where Wesley leaned in slightly, his voice low and inviting. “I’m heading in the same direction. Let’s go together.”


    Failing to read between the lines, Elena declined without a second thought. “No need. I drove here myself.”


    Wesley’s brow furrowed, a hint of irritation flickering across his face. Was she really that desperate to avoid him? An entire day had passed, and not once had she nced his way.


    His expression chilling, he dropped an unexpected bombshell. “I didn’t drive. You’re taking me home.”


    Elena paused, visibly taken aback, before recovering with a cautious nod. “Alright.”


    Her mind bubbled with questions. Where on earth was his driver? Did the CEO of the Spencer Group really need to request a ride?


    Wesley, unpretentious despite being the wealthiest man in the, settledfortably into the passenger seat next to Elena.


    They were both heading back to Hillside Manor, and since it was conveniently on her route, Elena didn’t mind thepany.


    Edgewing wasn’t particrly close to Hillside Manor, and as Elena merged onto the highway, a sudden downpour unleashed itself. Summer rains were notoriously unpredictable, and this one came down fiercely.


    Raindrops pelted the windshield like a shower of marbles. Despite the windshield wipers working at full tilt, they struggled to maintain a clear view of the road ahead.


    The rain was so torrential that vehicles on the road reduced their speed, eventually grinding to a halt in a snaking queue.


    Inside the car, with just Elena and Wesley, the atmosphere thickened with an unexpected awkwardness.


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    Elena decided to break the silence with some music.


    A gentle female voice filled the car with a love song, serving more as background noise than a deliberate choice, as Elena wasn’t particrly drawn to music.


    So, when the lyrics “I truly love you” floated through the air, Elena didn’t react, nor did she catch the brief flicker of something in Wesley’s eyes.


    Wesley nced over, taking in Elena’s smooth, delicate skin and her exquisite face. Was she confessing her feelings through the song’s lyrics?


    The usual iciness in Wesley’s eyes slowly thawed, reced by a softening warmth. He had dreamt of Elena against night. What was once a disturbance had evolved into a source of pleasure.


    Wesley had never fallen for anyone before, but he wasn’t oblivious. He wanted her, deeply.


    A possessive glint appeared in Wesley’s eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing subtly as his breathing deepened.


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