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    And just like that, Elena stepped out, walking away without a second nce, leaving Wesley simmering in irritation.


    Felix hesitated before asking, “Mr. Spencer, should we head to the office?”


    Wesley sat in silence for a long moment before murmuring, “To Empire.”


    On the top floor of the Empire, four sharp-dressed men lounged in a dimly lit private suite, the air thick with whiskey and unspoken tension. Wesley tossed back drink after drink, his expression unreadable.


    Malcolm smirked, arching a brow. “Still can’t get Elena to forgive you?”


    Wesley said nothing. He just tipped his ss back and let the liquor burn its way down.


    Malcolm turned his gaze to Jeffry. “Damn, your sister is something special. The mighty CEO of Spencer Group drowning himself in alcohol over her?”


    Jeffry’s eyes turned icy. “He’s drinking because he feels like it. Don’t bring Elena into this.”


    “Oh,e on.” Malcolm waved his hand. “When have we ever seen Wesley like this? He’s been different ever since Elena showed up. Jeffry, aren’t you gunning to be Wesley’s brother-inw? Maybe go have a chat with Elena and fix things for Wesley.”


    Jeffry let out a short, dryugh. “If you’re so interested, why don’t you do it?”


    Malcolm opened his mouth but then shut it. Was it that he didn’t want to? Wesley—the cold, ruthless CEO who never cared about anyone—had finally fallen in love. And he fell for Elena, no less.


    Jeffry wasn’t about to bother Elena with this nonsense. If Wesley wanted to drink himself into oblivion, that was on him. If Elena was ignoring Wesley, well, he probably deserved it.


    Malcolm swirled his ss, taking a slow sip. A thought struck him, and he turned to Jeffry with a smirk. “Huh. You actually came out tonight. No cozy little date with Lydia? Word on the street is you had a blind date with Evelyn. What, getting bored of Lydia already?”


    “Fuck off.” Jeffry’s face darkened instantly.


    Malcolm leaned back, raising an eyebrow. “Touchy, touchy. So, Lydia is more than just a fling, huh? If that’s the case, why even bother with Evelyn?”


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    Jeffry didn’t answer and just knocked back another drink.


    Malcolm blinked and then let out a whistle. “Damn, don’t tell me you’re aiming for one at home and another on the side? Never figured you for that type, Jeffry.”


    “Always thought you yed by the rules.”


    Jeffry stayed silent. He neither confirmed nor denied it.


    Malcolm’s curiosity piqued. “What kind of spell does Lydia have over you? Even with the prospect of a marriage of convenience, you still can’t keep your hands off her?”


    A spell? Maybe. Jeffry’s mind drifted back to Lydia, curled up in his arms, soft and warm against him. She was tough and stubborn—the kind of woman who could stitch up a wound with a steady hand and no hesitation. She was a contradiction—sweet but dangerous, innocent but utterly irresistible. And she never hesitated to go after what she wanted.


    Jeffry loved the way they fit together in bed. Everything just clicked. Every time they had sex, he feltpletely satisfied. His voice was rough. “She’s sensible. Neverins.”


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