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    “It’s gone,” he said.


    Noticing cream still on his fingers, Elena offered him a napkin.


    She touched her ears, now flushed and warm, feeling slightly ufortable.


    “Thank you,” she said quietly.


    With an even raspier voice, Wesley asked, “Want more cake?”


    Elena looked at the remaining cake in her hand and declined. “No, I’ve had enough.” The strange sensation in her heart lingered.


    Wesley took the remaining cake from her, and Elena thought he would simply dispose of it. Instead, he surprised her by consuming it in just two bites. Moreover, he used the same fork she had used, which took herpletely aback.


    Elena recalled Wesley’s well-known obsession with cleanliness. He typically discarded any clothing touched by others, yet here he was, eating the cake she had left unfinished.


    Elena found herself at a loss for words. After a moment, she said, “You… I already ate from that…”


    Wesley polished off the cake and casually tossed the te into the trash. His demeanor was unaffected as he said, “Not bad.”


    Elena waspletely dumbfounded. Her ears flushed a deeper red.


    Noticing her heightened color, Wesley’s eyes softened, and a stir of emotion swept through him. Elena typically maintained a calm and detached demeanor. He…


    He had never seen her cheeks tinged with color before. Herplexion now bloomed like a crabapple blossom—full, vivid, and captivating.


    A ripple of emotion passed through Wesley as he asked in a raspy tone, “Feeling warm?”


    Despite the air conditioning and the room’s pleasant temperature, there was no reason for her to feel overheated.


    Elena shook her head and replied, “No, I’m just a bit thirsty.”


    She nonchntly reached for a ss on the table and took a sip, only to realize afterward that she had drunk wine.


    Elena’s brow furrowed slightly, though she showed little reaction otherwise. A subtle smile yed on Wesley’s lips, a glint of amusement in his eyes. A little liar. Her alcohol tolerance was notably strong.


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    Without calling her out, Wesley offered her a bottle of water, asking lightly, “Need more?”


    Earlier, Elena had offhandedly mentioned her thirst as an excuse, but now she genuinely needed a drink. “Thank you,” she responded.


    A wave of joy washed over Wesley, his mood buoyant after days of heaviness, the corners of his mouth staying upturned.


    Kiera was neverfortable being the center of attention. After slicing the cake, she took the piece Marlon had cut for her and retreated to a secluded corner. She cherished the white chocte que on the cake that read “Happy Birthday.”


    Just as she was about to take her first bite, a sudden shove to her shoulder caused the cake to drop to the floor.


    Stunned, Kiera turned to find a chubby boy scowling at her.


    Rory was noticeablyrger and bulkier, withyers of fat around his neck. Towering over Kiera, he seemed almost twice her size.


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