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    Lydia’s grin widened mischievously as she gestured for Elena toe closer.


    When Elena leaned in, Lydia’s voice was a hushed whisper, her words tickling Elena’s ear. “I’ve been in good hands—Jeffy’s been incredibly attentive.”


    Thanks to those bullet wounds, Lydia unexpectedly ended up staying by Jeffry’s side and basking in his care.


    Elena crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly. “Oh? So, you’ve got a thing for him now?”


    Lydia’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, a rare glimpse of her shyness surfacing. “Yes, I have,” she admitted quietly.


    From the moment Lydia firstid eyes on Jeffry, she had been utterly captivated.


    Back then, Jeffry exuded a calm, dignified aura, in stark contrast to Lydia, who felt as if she had just emerged from a swamp, disheveled and out of ce.


    Knowing that someone of his stature was well beyond her reach, Lydia hadn’t dared to entertain any romantic notions. Yet, destiny seemed to have a different n in mind. Now, here she was, not just a guest in his home but inhabiting his personal space—sleeping in his bed, enveloped by his nkets. He had tended to her with such care, bathing her, feeding her, and ensuring herfort. How on earth could she not fall for a man who showed such tenderness?


    Lydia gazed at Elena, a hint of concern in her voice. “Elena, you don’t mind if I pursue your brother, do you?”


    Elena wasn’t bothered in the slightest. Their rtionship was theirs alone, and even as his sister, it wasn’t her ce to interfere.


    Elena’s response came with a reassuring smile. “Of course not, Lydia. Whatever happens between you two is none of my concern.”


    Lydia beamed, her eyes sparkling with affection. “Oh my gosh, Elena! You’re incredible—I love you to the moon and back!”


    Lydia reached out for a hug, her movements swift but suddenly halting as pain seared through her. She winced, clutching at her side.


    Elena, exasperated yet gentle, held Lydia at arm’s length. “You need to focus on healing, remember? Earle’s men haven’t stopped hunting you.”


    Lydia rolled her eyes, a mix of frustration and defiance coloring her tone. “That lunatic Earle—I swear, one of these days, I’ll put an end to his madness myself!”


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    As the living room buzzed with conversation, Wesley and Jeffry had their own meeting in the home office.


    Jeffry arched an eyebrow, his expression a mirror image of Elena’s. “Is there something you need to discuss with me?” His voice wasced with meaning.


    Jeffry struggled to grasp why Wesley insisted on this face-to-face meeting when a simple call might have sufficed.


    Wesley, however, maintained his stoic demeanor, seemingly unaffected by Jeffry’s probing.


    Jeffry’s voice hardened, his patience thinning. “Is this about Elena? Have you developed feelings for her?”


    His question, once thrown about casually in past conversations, now carried a weighty seriousness.


    Wesley leaned back, cigarette in hand, his eyes holding azy but unmistakable sincerity as he met Jeffry’s stare. “Yeah, I have.”


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