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    Wesley paused, realization washing over him like a cold wave—he had indeed indulged in a drink.


    After a brief silence, Wesley suggested casually, “Then I’ll walk you home. Let’s go.”


    Their vis were nestled in Hillside Manor. It wasn’t exactly a stone’s throw away, but it wasn’t an arduous trek either—roughly a ten-minute walk.


    And so, the two elite racecar drivers, having indulged just a touch, embarked on their stroll home.


    The path was enveloped in silence.


    Hillside Manor sprawled over a vast expanse, yet the vis were few and far between. With lush greenery embracing them, it felt as if they were meandering through a serene countryside.


    The moonlight draped softly over them, apanied by the symphony of crickets and the whispering wind.


    This tranquility stood in stark contrast to the earlier revelry.


    Wesley broke the stillness with his deep voice. “Well, you seem to have a good head for alcohol.”


    Elena paused, a spark of realization igniting within her. Wesley had noticed the drink she had earlier that evening. At the time, she had maintained herposure, believing he hadn’t caught on. But now…


    Previously, in her attempt to get closer to him, Elena had feigned a low tolerance for alcohol, even acting tipsy. She hadn’t expected to be exposed so soon.


    Despite being caught red-handed, she held her ground with unshakeableposure. She replied nonchntly, “Not quite as impressive as you, Mr. Spencer.”


    A soft chuckle drifted through the air beside her.


    Startled, Elena nced up to find Wesley, his amusement expertly concealed. If her ears hadn’t been so sharp, she might have dismissed it as a figment of her imagination. Hisughter had taken her by surprise.


    Wesley had worn a stern expression all evening, and few dared approach him. Elena had assumed he was in a foul mood. Why was heughing now? She hadn’t cracked a joke.


    Wesley’s chest emitted a slight rumble, his voice noticeably softer. “Malcolm’s new store is opening tomorrow. Care to check it out?”


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    Huh? Wesley was actually inviting her. Elena blinked in surprise, recalling Malcolm’s earlier request. She nodded. “Sure, are you nning to go?”


    Wesley nodded gently. “Yes.”


    Elena walked slightly faster than most, and with Wesley’s long strides, they reached the Harper family entrance in no time.


    Just as Elena was about to step inside, a thought struck her, and she turned to him. “Oh, right, Mr. Spencer. The recent research on the transmitter has hit a snag. When will you be at Edgewing?”


    Wesley answered without hesitation, “The day after tomorrow.”


    “All right, I’ll bring it up with you then,” Elena said, nodding firmly.


    With that, she slipped inside.


    Wesley’s smile faded like a mirage. He flicked the ash off his cigarette, took a contemtive drag, and gazed up at her room. As the lights flickered on, he tossed the cigarette butt aside.


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