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    Wesley flicked the ash off his cigarette, motioning for his subordinate to leave. He strolled to the floor-to-ceiling window and asked, “What’s wrong? You don’t like them?”


    Elena was at a loss for words. It wasn’t about whether she liked them or not. Something about this felt off.


    Elena raised an eyebrow. “You’re being suspiciously nice. What do you want?”


    Wesley crushed out his cigarette, his sharp features mirrored in the ss. That usual icy exterior had softened—just a little. “I don’t need anything from you.” His voice dropped an octave, smooth as midnight itself, making her involuntarily shiver.


    Not used to this side of him, Elena instinctively shifted the phone away from her ear.


    After a brief pause, Wesley added, “You’ll get used to it.”


    Elena frowned. “Get used to what?”


    A chuckle escaped from Wesley’s lips. His voice, unusually soft, carried a warmth she’d never heard before. “Get used to me treating you well.”


    Elena froze. Had Wesley justughed? He was always distant, his expression unreadable—like a statue carved from ice. But that chuckle? It was like a feather trailing over her heart, catching her off guard. Maybe it was just the night ying tricks on her senses.


    Elena wasn’t used to feeling this way. Her fingers twitched, and she lowered her gaze, unsure of herself.


    The moon loomed above them, casting a soft glow. In that moment, under the same sky, they stood in silence—just listening to each other breathe.


    Elena had nothing to say. Wesley didn’t press her for an answer. They just kept the phone call going, the silence between them heavy, broken only by the sound of their breathing.


    That night, Wesley headed back to the Spencer estate. To his surprise, Gerald was still up—way past his usual bedtime.


    The vi was lit up like midday, and Gerald was nted in the middle of the living room, looking ready for battle. As soon as Wesley stepped in, he snorted. “Oh, so you do remember where home is!” Gerald’s voice dripped with sarcasm.


    Wesley shrugged off his jacket and dropped onto the couch. “Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”


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    Gerald shot him a re. “You’re pushing thirty and still single, refusing to settle down and start a family. How am I supposed to sleep with that on my mind?”


    Wesley smiled. “Didn’t you sleep just finest night? The butler told me you were tucked in by nine, snoring away.”


    “That’s because you stress me out!” Gerald huffed.


    At this point, Gerald’s top priority in life was seeing Wesley married off. He was terrified that even Kason—of all people—would settle down first while Wesley kept dragging his feet.


    More than anything, Gerald wanted to see Wesley with kids of his own. If Kirby became a great-grandfather first, he’d never shut up about it. Gerald knew he would never hear the end of it.


    Just thinking about it made Gerald’s blood pressure spike.


    Gerald’s cane thumped against the floor. “I don’t care what you want. You’re getting married this year. Next year, I expect a great-grandchild! Unless you want me to die with regrets, you’ll start paying attention to Cathy. Marry her. You hear me?”


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