Chapter 410:


    The moon hung in the sky like a silver coin, illuminating the night with an unusual brilliance. As she stepped out of the hotel, the scent of alcohol was swept away by the cool night breeze.


    Felix waited by the hotel entrance, a steady presence in the dim light.


    Wesley swung open the car door but lingered outside, his gaze fixed on Elena.


    A flicker of surprise crossed Elena’s face. It was rare for Wesley to perform such a chivalrous act. Yet she brushed off the surprise and slid into the car without hesitation. Since she hadn’t driven herself, she had no choice but to ride in Wesley’s car.


    Once settled inside, Wesley leaned in, and the spacious interior suddenly felt as intimate as a small room.


    Elena had always estimated him to be over six feet tall, but now, in close quarters, he seemed even taller. Seated beside him, her head barely reached his shoulder, and the proximity was almost electric.


    Her arm and leg brushed against his, a mix of warmth and tension that made her shift inward. But Wesley mirrored her movement, closing the gap between them.


    Confusion flickered in Elena’s eyes as she regarded him.


    Wesley kept his gaze lowered, an air of calmness enveloping him like a shield.


    Felix, sensing they were settled, turned the key in the ignition, and the car hummed to life.


    The tinted windows cocooned them in their own world, invisible to the outside.


    Although Elena hadn’t lost the drinking game, the lingering scent of alcohol clung to Wesley’s clothes, a reminder of the evening’s revelry. In the confined space, the heady mix of woody aromas and the unmistakable scent of spirits was almost tangible.


    The intoxicating blend of alcohol and proximity made Elena feel warmth creeping into her cheeks, a blush born from both the drink and the sudden closeness.


    The night was quiet; the entire city of the was settling down. The noisy crowds had returned home, leaving only the lonely streetlights to keep vigil.


    Elena savored this tranquility. Often, she found herself coding or sketching designs under the veil of night, when her creativity and efficiency soared.


    She rolled down the window, letting the cool breeze dance through her hair, filling the air with a faint, medicinal aroma.


    Wesley watched her silently, a quiet storm brewing within him.


    The moonlight poured in like liquid silver, enveloping her in a cold, ethereal glow that made her both enchanting and distant—like a star forever out of reach.


    For a fleeting moment, Wesley’s gaze darkened. He reached out, pulling her closer and rolling up the window with a decisive motion.


    Caught off guard by the sudden tug, Elena stumbled into his firm, warm embrace. Her surprise was evident as she looked up at him.


    Wesley’s eyes were already fixed on hers, their gazes locking in an unspoken understanding.


    “What are you doing?” Elena asked, frowning, confusion etching her features.


    Wesley remained silent, his gaze unwavering. He didn’t want to admit that his heart had just skipped a beat.


    Elena tried to break free from his embrace, but Wesley gently pressed her back with insistence. She found herself sideways, her shoulder nestled against his chest, her body nearly suspended over him.


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