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    Elena pondered his words, trying to understand what made her so different in his eyes.


    However, she chose not to ask, and Wesley offered no exnation. He casually withdrew his hand and said, “I helped you, so you owe me dinner.”


    Although there had been food at the banquet, no one had truly indulged in it.


    Elena nodded. “Alright.”


    As they left the venue, Wesley took the car keys and drove himself.


    Elena thought they were heading to a restaurant. Instead, Wesley steered the car toward Hillside Manor. She arched an eyebrow in confusion. “Wasn’t dinner supposed to be on me?”


    When they reached the grand gates of the Spencer family estate, Wesley switched off the engine. With a quick motion, he unbuckled his seatbelt and replied casually, “Exactly.”


    Elena looked toward the grand entrance, a sense of puzzlement washing over her. What brought them here?


    Disying a touch of chivalry, Wesley stepped out of the vehicle, walked around, and opened her door. “You’re hosting dinner, but I get to choose the setting,” he said with a grin.


    Beneath his calm exterior, Wesley harbored a n. He craved more private moments with her.


    Elena simply nodded, offering no objection. They might as well enjoy some takeout in thefort of home.


    Stepping inside, Wesley flung his designer jacket onto the couch. Rolling up his shirt sleeves, he said, “Feel free to rx.”


    Curious, Elena watched as he made his way into the kitchen, moving as if it were part of his usual routine. A small frown appeared on her face. Was Wesley truly preparing to cook? The idea of the Spencer Group’s stern CEO cooking was almost amusing—it was definitely a sight to see.


    Intrigued, Elena lingered in the kitchen doorway, watching Wesley take out beef, pasta, eggs, and some exotic spices from the fridge. It was clear he was getting ready to make a meal.


    Raising an eyebrow, she asked, “Can you actually cook?” This was turning into an evening where he’d be cooking for her, quite unexpectedly.


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    “You’ll find out soon enough,” Wesley replied in a rxed tone, expertly flipping the steak in the pan.


    With his sleeves rolled up and the top buttons of his shirt undone, Wesley appeared effortlessly rxed—a stark contrast to his usual polished appearance.


    The dining area was bathed in the warm, golden hue of the overhead light.


    The soft illumination cast a silhouette that emphasized his back, creating a striking contrast against his refined, noble features.


    Elena’s eyes drifted involuntarily to his waistline.


    Outlined beneath his shirt was Wesley’s athletic physique, his shirt tucked into his straight-legged trousers. His broad shoulders tapered down to a sharply defined V-shaped back, casually exposed. Even in such an informal setting, he radiated undeniable charm.


    Elena’s gaze lingered a moment too long. Raising her eyes, she found herself locked in Wesley’s.


    Wesley’s lips curled into a fleeting smile, so subtle it was almost imperceptible. His voice softened, carrying a deeper tone as he fixed his eyes intently on her. “Have I caught your attention?”


    Elena’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, an unusual sight for her. Earlier, Wesley had caught her admiring his figure. Despite her usually calm demeanor, she felt a slight embarrassment. Feigning nonchnce, she muttered, “It’s nothing.”


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