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    For a CEO constantly buried in work, Wesley had an impressively chiseled eight-pack. His muscles weren’t artificially bulked up. They were toned naturally. He appeared lean in clothes but revealed a muscr build without them.


    Elena had told Wesley that her reaction was purely physiological and would be the same with anyone. However, the truth was she had never kissed anyone except him.


    She wasn’t conservative; she simply hadn’t met anyone who intrigued her enough to kiss. And if Wesley didn’t have a fiancée, she wouldn’t mind spending a night with him. After all, his looks and physique were exactly her type. But if there was one thing she couldn’t tolerate, it was an unfaithful man.


    Outside the room, themotion had long since subsided, and at some point, Elena had drifted off to sleep on the sofa.


    As the clock ticked deep into the night, Wesley suddenly stirred from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, clearing as thest traces of the drug faded, restoring his usual vigor.


    Shadows cloaked the room, and Wesley peered through the dimness, his focus finally settling on Elena’s sleeping form. She appeared ethereal, her features rxed in sleep, casting an aura of calm and gentleness that filled the space.


    ncing down, Wesley noticed he was without his shirt, sprawled on the floor where he had earlier copsed. Thankfully, Elena had shown some kindness by draping a nket over him while he slept.


    Pushing himself up, Wesley approached the sofa silently. He leaned over gently and carefully lifted Elena into his arms, cradling her with a tenderness that belied the roughness of his usual demeanor.


    Elena remained deep in sleep, undisturbed.


    Moonlight wove through the curtain gaps, draping Elena’s features in a delicate shimmer, casting an ethereal glow on her face.


    Wesley hesitated, his gaze caught by the subtle twitch of her lips. There, marring her otherwise perfect visage, was a fresh wound on her lip.


    His gaze intensified, his breath catching as memories of the moments before he lost consciousness flooded back. Her lips had felt tender and carried a delicate scent.


    Though the drug had weakened his self-restraint, he still vividly recalled her clumsy reactions, the warmth of her blushing cheeks, and the gentle,bored sounds she had made as she fought for air.


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    Her allure was unexpectedly maic. The drug alone had not been enough to overpower him—it was Elena herself who had overwhelmed him. Her aloof and frosty attitude did nothing to dampen his longing for her.


    Wesley felt a constriction in his throat as he lowered his eyelids, struggling to pull his eyes away from Elena.


    He lifted her and gentlyid her on the bed, carefully tucking her in. She seemed utterly spent, remaining undisturbed by his movements.


    In her slumber, Elena appearedpliant, no longer pushing Wesley away with icy rejections or exasperating remarks. Her thickshes curled gently, casting delicate shadows across her face, giving her the appearance of a fragile porcin doll.


    Wesley tenderly caressed her cheek with his fingertips, wishing she could always remain this gentle with him. Her skin was as smooth and soft as the finest silk.


    He pressed his lips softly to the small wound at the corner of her mouth, delivering a brief kiss filled with affection and devoid of any ulterior motive—a kiss of pure intent.


    Picking up his clothes from the floor, Wesley noticed his shirt had dried. He dressed quickly and checked his phone, finding a missed call from Elena and several from Felix.


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