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    However, the faint blush on her ears betrayed her true feelings.


    Wesley’s breathing shifted subtly, and a flicker passed through his eyes. It seemed she might have feelings for him after all. He decided to let go of the topic of her lingering stare earlier.


    Wesley moved around the kitchen with effortless grace, and soon, dinner was ready. He uncorked a bottle of red wine.


    The quiet evening, soft lighting, and thepany of two refined people created a uniquely intimate atmosphere.


    Holding his wine ss delicately, Wesley’s voice was deep and captivating. “You’re the first to try my cooking.”


    Elena lifted her ss to meet his, replying, “The honor is mine.” She savored the Spencer family’s treasured wine, impressed by its full-bodied vor, raising an eyebrow in appreciation. True to expectations, the wine was superb.


    Wesley served her a slice of steak, inviting her to taste it.


    She savored the tender, vorful meat, her eyes lighting up with surprise. The steak was remarkably good. “I didn’t realize you were such a skilled cook,” she said with genuine admiration.


    A smile yed across Wesley’s face, his eyes reflecting his pleasure.


    A bit of sauce lingered at the corner of Elena’s mouth. Wesley reached over to gently clean it off, his thumb softly sweeping across her lips for a moment.


    Elena was taken aback by his gesture. She vividly recalled how obsessively clean Wesley was. Once, when Elyse had merely touched his suit, he had immediately discarded the expensive, tailor-made jacket. And now, he had touched her mouth with his hand? Not just Elena, but anyone who knew Wesley would have been shocked by such an act.


    Wesley, who normally wouldn’t even dine with others due to his cleanliness obsession, was now slicing steak for a woman and wiping her face. It was a surprising sight for anyone.


    Elena found herself speechless. “You…


    “Cooking isn’t my only skill,” Wesley said, his tone hinting at something more. “You’ll see.”


    Elena was at a loss for words. What was he implying? She cleared her throat several times, pretending not to notice, and continued eating.


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    Wesley hardly touched his food. He sipped from his wine ss continuously while watching Elena eat.


    Most women would be mindful of how they appeared, taking only a few bites when being observed.


    However, Elena seemed unfazed by his gaze. She ate with refined grace.


    Wesley’s eyes traced the line of her red lips, his Adam’s apple moving with each sip of wine. His eyshes fluttered down, concealing the growing desire in his eyes. It had been a long time since he had watched her so intently. Each of her movements, though small and natural, captivated him deeply.


    Wesley summoned every ounce of his willpower to suppress the urge to draw her close, grasp her chin, and kiss her passionately.


    He sensed a shift in Elena’s attitude toward him. Previously, she had rejected his advances, but now, at the very least, she no longer pushed him away.


    Wesley was like a patient predator. His approach was not to pounce but to observe and take his time. Skilled at reading people, he saw that Elena did not reject his presence and nned to proceed with caution, employing softer strategies to gradually dismantle her barriers. By the time she realized what was happening, it would be toote.


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