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    No sooner had Elena risen than she found herself guided back to the pillow.


    Wesley’s voice, rough and tinged with sleep, murmured close to her ear, “Where are you going?”


    Elena’s body felt drained, devoid of the strength needed to resist.


    Wesley shifted slightly, his head tilting to nuzzle tenderly at her neck, their bodies molding together in a gesture of deep familiarity and affection.


    “Wesley, get up,” Elena implored, her voice firm yet weary as she pushed against his chest, striving to put some space between them. Wesley clicked his tongue in mild irritation and opened his eyes slowly. “So you’re just going to slip away as soon as you wake up, Elena? Is that how you treat your savior?”


    He looked thoroughly worn out, with dark circles etching deep shadows under his eyes and the red veins mapping his exhaustion.


    The faint scent of her lingered in his nose. Her smooth skin had feltforting under his palm only moments ago.


    His body, previously tense with desire, had finally begun to rx. Just as he allowed his eyes to flutter shut once more, hoping for a brief respite, he felt her stirring beside him.


    Elena’s reaction was stiff, her longshes casting shadows on her cheeks as she lowered her gaze, an unusual disy of difort flitting across her features. He had definitely eased her torment. Though the drug had messed with her body, her mind remained clear, remembering everything. Her ears tinged pink with embarrassment, yet she maintained a facade ofposure. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.


    If not for the slight quiver of hershes, Wesley would have mistaken her for someone heartless, untouched by the previous night’s events.


    His gaze softened, a smile ying at the corners of his eyes as his fingertips gently brushed against her reddened earlobe. The simple touch sent a shiver down her spine, prompting her to instinctively push him away. “What are you doing?” Her voice was firm, her expression hardened into a stern line.


    Wesley paused, the light in his eyes dimming as the amusement swiftly faded. “I’ve been privy to far more intimate moments with you. Now that the effects of the drug have worn off, am I suddenly forbidden to even touch you?”


    Wesley gritted his teeth in frustration, his patience fraying at her chilly demeanor. What did she mean by this? Was she refusing to acknowledge reality? Did she intend to remain detached after all that happened?


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    Taken aback, Elena struggled with the sudden weight of the situation involving Wesley. She tried to mask her turmoil. “We’re both adults, and it was consensual. It’s no big deal, right?” she remarked, forcing a casual tone.


    Her movements betrayed her though, stiff and hurried as she gathered her clothes scattered across the floor. With a brisk pace, she made her exit, leaving behind a palpable tension in the air.


    Wesley, left alone in the room, watched her retreating figure with a gaze that slowly hardened into a frosty stare. Consensual, huh? She had no intention of taking responsibility whatsoever!


    He quickly dressed, his thoughts racing, but by the time he was ready to leave, Elena was nowhere in sight.


    Picking up his phone, Wesley dialed Felix. “Where is that man being held?” His voice was sharp, edged with cold fury.


    Felix, caught off guard by the sudden call and the anger in Wesley’s tone, hastily replied with an address. Hadn’t Wesley just spent the evening with Elena?


    The atmosphere thickened when Felix met Wesleyter. The grim set of Wesley’s jaw spoke volumes. Felix, sensing the brewing storm, dared not ask. It made no sense—Wesley had brought Elena home and spent the night together, so what was he so mad about?


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