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    A dark sh of malice crossed Earle’s eyes as he visibly suppressed his boiling rage, slowly transforming his expression into an unsettling smile. Two heartbeatster, he casually tossed aside his dagger andughed softly to himself. His lips moved with deliberate precision as he addressed Elena, “I hope you can surprise me again in our next meeting.”


    “You’re hurt?” Wesley asked.


    “Why are you here?” Elena probed.


    Their words collided in the space between them.


    Wesley’s gaze settled on her back, his dark eyes intense and weighted with concern. “The cable material in Houis is a newposite developed by Edgewing.”


    This single sentence exined his presence.


    Yet, Wesley’s attention had already shifted, focused solely on her injuries. In one fluid motion, he leaned down and swept her into his arms.


    Elena instinctively resisted, but Wesley captured her wrist and held her firmly.


    “Don’t move,” hemanded, his voice a low rumble as he strode forward.


    Only then did Elena register the gravity etched into Wesley’s features.


    Felix opened the car door, and Wesley ced Elena gently in the back seat with meticulous care.


    After retrieving the first aid kit, Felix closed the door and discreetly withdrew.


    Wesley said, “Take off your clothes.”


    Elena’s brow furrowed in defiance as she remained motionless.


    Wesley’s expression had transformed — eyebrows drawn together, jaw clenched in barely contained anger. His sharp cheekbones and prominent nose bridge only emphasized the cold intensity of his demeanor.


    Elena had never seen him look so formidably grim. Gripping the door handle, she straightened herself. “It’s merely a minor injury. I can tend to it myself.” She pivoted sideways, her hold on the handle firm.


    But before she could open the door, her hand was pressed down. A shadow engulfed her.


    Wesley leaned halfway over her, effectively caging her beneath him. His voice emerged low and rough, barely containing the current of anger beneath. “Where do you think you’re going? Injured like this, and still you refuse proper treatment?”


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    Wesley clenched his teeth, struggling to contain the violent emotions surging within him. Damn Earle! He vowed to eradicate the underground forces of Avaloria and ensure Shadow vanished from existence once and for all.


    In the confined space of the vehicle, their proximity was unavoidable. Though Elena tried to create distance between them, Wesley’s slight movement pressed his chest against her shoulder, his thigh brushing against hers.


    Elena immediately sensed the coiled tension in his muscles. As they drew closer, she heard his breathing—low andbored, betraying a depth of fury that seemed to emanate from his very core.


    She was momentarily stunned. Why was Wesley so seething with anger? She was the one bearing the wounds, not him.


    While Elena was lost in confusion, Wesley suddenly pulled her into his embrace. Before she could fullyprehend what was happening, she found herself positioned firmly on Wesley’sp.


    She instantly rebelled against his hold, but Wesley’s hand gripped her waist like an unyielding steel vise, rendering her struggles futile.


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