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    Elena felt his intense gaze and turned to see his flushed face. She hesitated briefly and asked, “Is it too hot in here? Let me turn on the air conditioning.”


    She reached for the control panel, but her movement was halted by a firm grip.


    Wesley’s voice was husky. “No need.”


    His hand almost enveloped hers, the heat from his palm seeping into the back of her hand, causing her to slightly furrow her brows.


    His warmth caught Elena off guard. She freed her hand from his grasp and ced it on his forehead, her expression serious. “Are you running a fever? Why is your temperature so high?”


    Elena’s body temperature naturally ran cool, her palm a soothing contrast. Her soft hand resting against Wesley’s forehead brought a cool relief.


    Wesley’s breath hitched, his gaze intensifying, a flush spreading to his ears.


    To check his temperature more closely, Elena leaned in, her arm pressing against his chest.


    Wesley swallowed hard, frozen in ce as she said in confusion, “Doesn’t seem like a fever. Maybe ice packs would help…”


    Only then did Wesley react, grasping her hand and saying in a strained voice, “No need. It’s just a bit stuffy in here.”


    The sound of the rain masked the pounding of his heart.


    Elena, oblivious to his turmoil, withdrew her hand.


    The congestion on the road eventually eased, and she pressed the elerator, exiting the highway within minutes.


    The rest of the drive was smooth.


    Upon their arrival at Hillside Manor, the rain had ceased. Just as Elena was about to drive inside, a figure rushed out in front of the car, effectively blocking her path. Elena’s expression immediately hardened.


    Sylvia stood there, one hand supporting her waist, the other caressing her belly, her expression smug. “I’m pregnant. I came today to share this joyous news. Darren and I are getting married. Elena, now you can never take Darren away from me!”


    Sylvia’s eyes sparkled with smug triumph. It seemed fate was on her side. Recently, Darren had been distant, even finding excuses to avoid visiting her when she was injured. But fortune had smiled upon her, allowing her to conceive Darren’s child at this critical juncture. The Griffiths family had few heirs, and the child she was carrying was destined to be the future sessor.


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    Aldin had decided the engagement would be swiftly upgraded to a wedding.


    Shaking off the shadows of recent days, Sylvia felt a surge of triumph. Thus, she had specificallye to Hillside Manor to unt her victory in front of Elena.


    Sylvia puffed out her chest, boasting with theatrical ir. “I’m carrying the future heir to the Griffiths family right here,” she said, patting her still-t stomach as though it were already swelling with the weight of her im. “The entire Griffiths Group will one day bow to my child. Elena, you should tread carefully around me. If anything were to harm my baby, Darren would never forgive you.”


    Despite her grandiose deration, there was no visible sign of pregnancy.


    Sylvia was merely reveling in the scandal of her out-of-wedlock pregnancy, hungry for the gossip it would stir.


    Elena responded with a dismissive sneer, her voice dripping with scorn. “Sylvia, you practically threw yourself in front of my car. You’re lucky you didn’t make contact. Trust me, if you had, no amount of money you could scrape together would cover the damage.”


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