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    Silence cloaked the room as Wesley’s words hung in the air, thick with tension.


    Jeffry’s usually stoic eyes sparked with an unexpected intensity, a sharpness that was rare and disconcerting.


    Jeffry and Wesley, revered by the’s elite, now assessed each other, their gazes piercing through the smoky veil.


    Jeffry’s frustration manifested in a tight clench of his teeth before morphing into a cynical grin. “Wesley, take heed, Elena is the treasured daughter of the Harper family. Should you inflict any harm, I’ll ensure your remorse is profound andsting!”


    Wesley’s gaze softened momentarily and then hardened with a resolute glint of defiance, his features tightening as he mastered the fierce possessiveness toward Elena that threatened to consume him. No one could stop him.


    With deliberate nonchnce, Wesley tapped his cigarette into the ashtray, his expression stern, stripped of any casual ease.


    “Jeffry, being Elena’s brother does not grant you the power to thwart my pursuits,” Wesley retorted, his voice low but firm, carrying a weight that made Jeffry reassess his assumptions.


    Wesley had always been a fortress of solitude, his heart seemingly impervious to the charms that ensnared many. Women had tried and failed to draw his gaze, and Jeffry had ced his bets on Wesley remaining a lone wolf forever. When had Wesley ever shown such fervor for anyone?


    After a moment’s reflection, pierced by the lingering smoke, Jeffry’s voice softened. “Could you spare another cigarette?”


    Wesley responded by silently offering a cigarette, his actions smooth and deliberate, as he flicked it toward Jeffry.


    Jeffry ignited the cigarette, inhaled deeply, and leisurely blew out a perfect smoke ring. Only after he stubbed out thest embers did he manage to quell his rising fury. In his mind, anyone who dared to inflict pain on his sister was marked as an enemy, no exceptions. Jeffry’s voice was cold as he stated, “You’re free to court Elena, but ultimately, whether she reciprocates is her own choice.”


    Wesley gave a slow, understanding nod, acknowledging the boundary set by Jeffry.


    With agreement sealed, they stepped out of the room just in time for lunch.


    Lydia, still recuperating from her injuries, was unable to apany them to dine out. Instead, Jeffry had ordered dishes from the renowned Peak Hotel.


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    As Elena prepared to serve a portion for Lydia, Jeffry stopped her with a gentle gesture, indicating it wasn’t needed. He then quietly entered Lydia’s room.


    Within moments, Jeffry reappeared, cradling Lydia in his arms with utmost care as he settled herfortably into a chair at the dining table.


    A blush crept over Lydia’s cheeks, her smile radiant as she nced at Elena. Her gleeful eyes seemed to dance, silently teasing, “Can you believe Jeffry just carried me all the way here?”


    Elena’s response was a heartfeltugh, charmed by Lydia’s yful expression.


    Lydia struggled to reach the dishes across the expansive table. Whenever her eyes desired a particr dish, it appeared on her te a momentter, thanks to Jeffry’s care.


    Elena, observing the scene, was surprised when a portion of honey-zed ribs materialized on her own te. Turning, she noticed Wesley setting down the serving tongs with subtle grace. Her brow creased in mild confusion. Why was Wesley serving her? She was perfectly capable, not hindered by any injury.


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