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    Lydia had long harbored a quiet craving for Jeffry, and if he leaned in and kissed her now, she knew she wouldn’t turn away.


    But Jeffry only reached for a dry towel and gently ran it through her damp hair.


    Relief and disappointment shed within Lydia. Was she not attractive enough to him?


    Once her hair was dry, Jeffry picked her up and carried her to the bed. Shey t, watching as he hovered over her, making no move to leave. A small daze settled over her.


    Jeffry swallowed hard, his voice rough and low. “I want to kiss you right now. You can tell me no.”


    Lydia’s mind went nk, her heart pounding. She remained motionless until his warm lips met hers, at which point she responded.


    Wet clothing fell to the floor—belts, jeans, shirts, and pants—discarded as the moment deepened.


    As the evening began to dim, Elena dressed in a in white dress for her outing with Wesley.


    Exactly at seven, Wesley arrived at the Harper residence, with Lydia already seated beside him.


    Felix, in the driver’s seat, maintained a quiet presence.


    Opposite Wesley, Elena sat with aposed expression and dignified posture.


    Wesley crossed his legs, subtly angling his feet toward Elena.


    The ride passed in silence.


    Upon arrival, Elena stepped out quickly, only to find Wesley hesitating. Confused, she asked, “What’s the matter?”


    With one hand casually in his pocket and the other poised, Wesley nced at her sharply and reminded, coolly, “Remember, you’re mypanion tonight.”


    Realizing his meaning, Elena linked her arm with his, prompting Wesley to move.


    They arrived at a chic club popr with the’s elite youth.


    Wesley escorted Elena to a secluded room on the upper floor.


    Inside, lively conversations filled the space. Elena spotted Malcolm among a group of unfamiliar young men, each apanied by a female partner. Wesley’s presence with a woman confirmed his truth—such events required a femalepanion.


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    By the window, Malcolm stood alone, puffing on a cigarette without apanion.


    The room fell briefly silent as Wesley entered, followed by surprised exmations.


    Jaxon Boyd, holding a woman in his arms, eximed, “I can’t believe my eyes! Wesley actually brought a woman!”


    Another voice added, “Wesley, is she your girlfriend?”


    Ament was thrown into the mix, saying, “It’s quite umon to see Wesley apanied by a woman. I always thought…”


    The room burst intoughter, someone teasing, “Wow, you’ve got guts joking about Wesley like that!”


    Amid the humor, genuine intrigue surrounded Elena, as it was unprecedented for Wesley to bring a femalepanion—a rare spectacle in the.


    Though no one openlymented, private murmurs suggested Wesley might be gay. Tonight, those whispers were clearly put to rest.


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