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    Wesley remained silent.


    Determined not to make a fuss, Elena delicately pinched off a small piece of cake and tasted it.


    The sweetness blossomed in her mouth. The cream was rich but not overly sweet.


    It had been quite some time since Elena hadst enjoyed cake, and it tasted surprisingly better than she remembered. She indulged in a few more bites.


    In everything she did, Elena maintained a meticulous demeanor.


    She stood poised, neither fidgeting with her phone nor scanning the room, simply existing quietly in the space. Her focus remained unwavering as she ate.


    She slightly tilted her head down, exposing her ears and graceful neck, taking small, refined bites.


    Wesley’s attention was drawn to the corner of her mouth where a dab of white cream had identally adorned her lips.


    Feeling his stare, Elena looked up at him, confusion in her expression.


    “What is it?” she asked.


    Wesley didn’t reply verbally but instead extended his hand.


    Elena paused, a frown marring her face, and stepped back slightly. Wesley’s hand remained suspended in the air. His eyes grew intense, and his voice was rough as he said, “There’s cream on your lips.”


    Elena, initially puzzled, quickly realized what he meant. She rubbed at her mouth with her thumb, asking, “Is it gone now?”


    Instead of removing it, she unwittingly smeared the cream even more.


    Wesley remained silent but moved closer, his imposing height casting a shadow over her like a looming mountain. With a decisive motion, he cleared the cream from her lips.


    At that moment, a mix of medicinal scent and the sweetness of the cream enveloped his senses. His fingers grazed her exceptionally soft lips.


    Wesley’s eyes darkened noticeably, his breathing grew heavy, and his Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously. His body tensed, his heart raced, and a surge of emotion pulsed through his veins.


    They stood mere inches apart.


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    Elena’s slight tilt of her head left her neck vulnerably exposed.


    Just a slight dip of his head would bring his lips to hers.


    The closeness of their lips sent a pulse of electricity through Wesley. He was captivated by her lips, unable to look away. Her very breath seemed to draw him irresistibly closer. His heart beat in time with her steady breathing.


    As Wesley leaned in, his towering figure cast a shadow over Elena, his breath warm against her skin.


    Momentarily taken by surprise, Elena felt the atmosphere shift.


    Her breath grew softer without thought, and her voice trembled as she asked, “Is it… is the cream gone?”


    Wesley froze, snapping back to reality. They were in a secluded part of Kiera’s birthday bash, teeming with the city’s elite, yet notpletely hidden. It wasn’t the right ce, nor the right time. A sh of remorse crossed Wesley’s eyes before he let go and stepped away.


    The heavy aura that had cloaked Elena lifted immediately.


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