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    Elena maintained her poise. “I’m not aware of anything.”


    Graham paused, surprised, then offered a relieved smile. “I’m pleased to hear that. It appears we misunderstood each other.” Elena had the capability to breach his phone and find the photo. Her feigned ignorance served as a silent agreement: as long as Keith kept away from the Harper family’s affairs, she would notplicate Graham’s life.


    Realizing he should leave, Graham went to deal with his son, Keith.


    Once the issue was settled, Elena’s attention casually turned toward Wesley. She took a seat next to him.


    Wesley looked at her, asking, “Everything resolved?”


    Elena grabbed a champagne ss. “Yep.”


    Settlingfortably into the sofa, she took a leisurely sip.


    Wesley, who had been patient throughout the evening, was eager to be closer to her. “Is the champagne to your liking?” he asked out of the blue.


    Elena suggested yfully, “Why don’t you taste it for yourself?”


    Wesley’s eyes darkened just a little, his Adam’s apple shifting as he murmured, “Alright.”


    Elena assumed he was reaching for his own ss.


    To her surprise, Wesley took her hand, leaned in, and brought his lips close to the rim of her ss. His stare was piercing, entirely focused on her.


    They found themselves tucked away in a secluded corner, with Elena reclining against the sofa and Wesley leaning toward her.


    The subtle scent of cedar emanating from Wesley filled the air around Elena.


    Their gazes locked, and Elena felt a brief spell of dizziness. Wesley’s handsome features seemed to dominate her field of vision, his familiar presence enveloping her.


    A yful sparkle danced in Wesley’s eyes, stirring ripples in Elena’s calm heart.


    As if unintentionally, his lips brushed the part of the ss still bearing Elena’s lipstick imprint.


    Though he had only taken a sip, the mood between them seemed to shift instantly.


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    Elena’s eyshes fluttered gently, her cheeks flushed a soft pink, her stunning face glowing in the dim light.


    As Wesley drank the champagne, his Adam’s apple moved slightly with each swallow. That sip seemed to awaken a deeper yearning within him. His grip on her hand tightened, his eyes filled with possessive desire.


    “Elena,” he whispered softly.


    “I helped you. What will you do in return?” Wesley said, his voice rough andced with hidden longing, lingering in the air. As he spoke, a whirlwind of desire flickered in his eyes, and his breath gently brushed against Elena’s fingertips.


    A strange sensation passed through Elena’s fingers, like a soft, electric pulse. Surprised, her gaze instinctively dropped to meet his. Wesley watched her quietly, carefully reading her reaction. When he saw that she didn’t pull her hand away, he boldly ced a soft kiss on the back of it.


    At that moment, a subtle tension tightened between their gazes.


    Although Wesley’s expression remained neutral, a brief sh of satisfaction glimmered in his eyes.


    Overwhelmed by the unexpected intimacy of his gesture, Elena found herself momentarily speechless. Her voice shaky, she asked, “Is this how you treat all women?”


    “Hardly,” Wesley replied, rising to his feet, his eyes intensifying. “You’re different.”


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