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    She pondered the question deeply. Before, Wesley had traveled with her to Avaloria for a rescue ande to her aid during an ordeal in Foiclens. Today, he had braved danger to save her again. Such actions were uncharacteristic for Wesley. In business, the shrewder the yer, the greater the expectation of profit. So, what was Wesley’s angle? What did he hope to gain?


    Elena bit her lip, her expression one of perplexity.


    Wesley clenched his jaw, the flush of arousal still evident in his posture, frustration mounting within him. Her gaze, clear and devoid of any romantic intent, met his. With a voice both low and strained, he asked, “You really don’t see it?”


    Elena’s brow furrowed. Was there something she was supposed to understand? His irritation at just seeing her was unexinable.


    Her indifferent look nearly drove Wesley to a frustrated chuckle. He had resented being around her on numerous asions.


    He opened his mouth to say more, but the abrupt ring of a phone cut him off, piercing the tense atmosphere in the car.


    Elena checked her phone—it was a call from Lydia. She picked up without hesitation. Lydia and Jeffry had faced their own share of assassins but were now out of immediate danger.


    After ensuring each other’s safety, they ended the call.


    This time, Wesley’s phone rang.


    Malcolm had arrived, bringing reinforcements with him.


    As one of the most powerful families in the, the Johnson family expected Malcolm to step in whenever trouble surfaced on their territory.


    Kason, leveraging his military expertise, teamed up with Malcolm to tackle the covert Avalorian assassins.


    Elsewhere, Lydia found sce in Jeffry’s arms, her head tucked under his suit jacket, both concealed behind a container. Outside, the assassins posed little threat to her, yet she chose not to engage this time.


    As the sound of gunfire erupted, Jeffry drew her close, his jacket enveloping her with the fragrance of his cologne. He whispered reassuringly, “Stay hidden, don’t worry.”


    His soothing words melted Lydia’s heart, filling her with warmth. ustomed to the constant danger of gunfire, this was her first experience of being protectively held by someone else. She naturally nestled closer into Jeffry’s embrace.


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    These moments with him felt like a surreal dream. The more time she spent with Jeffry, the fonder she grew of him.


    Softly, she replied, “I’m not scared.” Her voice was a gentle echo of obedience. Jeffry seemed satisfied with Lydia’s calm demeanor. He caressed the back of her neck, asking quietly, “Is your wound bothering you?”


    With a shy smile, Lydia shook her head and replied softly, “No, it’s healed.” Her resilience was remarkable. She typically recovered from injuries within days.


    Recently, their time alone had naturally deepened their rtionship, especially after their first intimate encounter, making it difficult to restrain their newfound passion.


    In the privacy of their room, Jeffry’s tenderness often gave way to a more fervent and intense passion. Each encounter left her breathless, deeply satisfied in his embrace.


    Justst night, Lydia had initiated, guiding Jeffry passionately on the sofa. This position enabled him to delve deeper into intimacy.


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