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    Wesley’s response was swift, his toneced with disbelief. “A blind date, you say?”


    Leo nodded. “Yes.”


    A shadow of anger crossed Wesley’s features. “And who, exactly, is she seeing?”


    “Yesterday, while visiting your grandfather, Kirby was so impressed by Miss Harper that he arranged for her to meet his grandson.”


    Abruptly, the teacup in Wesley’s hand shattered, fragments scattering across the table.


    Leo’s reaction was instantaneous, his movements swift as he grabbed the first aid kit. “Mr. Spencer, you’re bleeding!”


    Concernced Leo’s voice as he attempted to dab ointment on Wesley’s wounded hand, but Wesley pulled away sharply.


    Wesley’s expression was rigid, his chest rising and falling with barely suppressed ire, his eyes a chilling, steely gaze.


    At a loss, Leo turned to Felix for assistance.


    With a heavy sigh, Felix acknowledged the storm brewing within Wesley. When would Elena find it in her heart to reconcile with Wesley? Taking the ointment, Felix nced at Leo and urged him to rest.


    “Mr. Spencer, it’s quite clear that Miss Harper and Mr. Garrett aren’t suited for each other. She definitely doesn’t harbor any feelings for him,” Felix ventured cautiously.


    Wesley remained stoically silent, a fortress of unresolved anger.


    Unable to contain his concern, Felix broached a delicate subject. “Mr. Spencer, maintaining such a stern demeanor won’t win her affection. Women appreciate gentleness and thoughtfulness.”


    The advice seemed to fall on deaf ears as Wesley’s expression remained impassive, undoubtedly making Elena even more distant.


    Treading lightly, Felix suggested a different approach, “Perhaps consider sending flowers or inviting Miss Harper to dinner?”


    The room was engulfed in heavy silence, making Felix wonder if he had overstepped and upset Wesley.


    Yet, after a tense pause, Wesley finally responded, questioning the simplicity of the idea, “Sending flowers and inviting her to dinner?”


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    Felix, seizing the opportunity, nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, exactly! Send her flowers, roses perhaps—women adore roses!”


    Elena scowled as she caught sight of a bouquet of roses at her doorstep, assuming they were from Earle. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed them unceremoniously into the trash. She had thought herst stern warning would make Earle back off, but it seemed he was hell-bent on irking her further. To Elena, Earle was bing as annoying as a stubborn piece of gum on her shoe, and her disdain for roses grew with each unwanted gesture.


    Wesley remained ignorant of Elena’s dismissal of his roses. Since she had blocked him, he’d procured a new number and reached out once more.


    “Hello, who is this?” Elena’s voice carried a mix of curiosity and irritation.


    “It’s me.” Wesley’s familiar voice came, tinged with a hint of hesitance.


    Elena’s brow furrowed. “You changed your number?” she queried.


    “Yes,” Wesley replied sinctly, leaving the air thick with unspoken words. “What do you want?”


    Recalling Felix’s advice, Wesley suggested, “Let’s have dinner tonight.”


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