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    Repeatedly, intense waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, with Jeffry closely following her lead.


    In those final moments, Lydia had gazed down at Jeffry—his usual cool indifference reced by fervent desire, his jaw set, eyes intense, veins on his neck pronounced—and found him irresistibly handsome and alluring.


    As she sumbed to the intense sensations, her heart melted into the warmth of his embrace. She instinctively bent down to kiss him, the action straining her injury.


    He groaned and ejacted.


    She winced, grasping her wound.


    Afterward, Jeffry examined Lydia but found no new wounds. He carefully reapplied the medication and adjusted her bandages.


    Lydia, growing restless from days spent at home, had listened as Malcolm tempted Jeffry with an offer to go out for some leisure, assuring Jeffry repeatedly that she would remain unharmed.


    Reluctantly, Jeffry had consented to her joining, only to run into assassins unexpectedly.


    Unaware that Lydia was the actual target, Jeffry enveloped her protectively in his embrace. Noticing her flushed cheeks, he held her even closer.


    To Jeffry, romantic entanglements were trivial. He shunned the distractions of love, dedicating himself entirely to his profession. Should he ever decide to marry, he’d choose a suitable, obedient partner. Yet Lydia stood out as a stark contrast. She was different from any other woman he had encountered. Her resilience and robust health stood out, as did her tendency to blush easily. She flirted boldly butcked experience in intimate matters.


    Reflecting on this, a shadow crossed Jeffry’s face, and he swallowed hard.


    Lydia blushed and swiftly steered the conversation elsewhere. “Elena and Wesley also encountered assassins but managed to escape. They should be safe now.”


    Jeffry simply nodded. He thought to himself that if Wesley couldn’t manage this minor challenge, he surely wasn’t fit for someone like Elena.


    Half an hourter, the sound of gunfire dwindled.


    Jeffry then guided Lydia to safety.


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    Meanwhile, Elena drove toward the hall.


    Wesley rode alongside, his usual stern demeanor softening slightly.


    As the group walked back into the hall, it was clear Malcolm had seen better days, though the rest remained pristine.


    The dust on Malcolm’s outfit was the result of Wesley’s rough treatment.


    Earlier, Malcolm had conspired with Kason to ambush Wesley and Elena in a deserted building. Malcolm’s scheme to draw Wesley into the operation disastrously backfired, leading to his swift downfall.


    Removing his vest in the aftermath, Malcolm received an update from a bodyguard. “Mr. Johnson, we’ve secured two assassins, but the others slipped through our fingers.”


    With a smirk and a flick of his cigarette, Malcolm raised an eyebrow. “Escaped?”


    Under Malcolm’s intense gaze, the bodyguard nervously bowed his head and quickly exined, “The assants who breached our defenses today were expert marksmen. We did all we could.”


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