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    “Tenth,” Elena replied.


    As the elevator numbers ticked upwards, Elena, cradled in his arms, felt more and more ufortable.


    When the elevator doors finally slid open, Elena let out a small sigh of relief. “We’re here. Wesley, you can put me down now.”


    Wesley ignored her request. “Which room?”


    Seeing that he wasn’t about to put her down anytime soon, Elena reluctantly gestured toward her room.


    With a soft beep, the door unlocked.


    Wesley started to step inside, but Elena blocked the doorway with her arm. “Hey, my injuries aren’t that bad. I can manage on my own.”


    Wesley let out a low chuckle before gently setting her on her feet.


    Elena was confused. Wesley seemed to be in a surprisingly cheerful mood. But back on the ind, he had been cold and standoffish, practically radiating a vibe that could repel others.


    As she stood there in a daze, Wesley reached out and tousled her hair. “Elena,” he said, his voice softer now. “Don’t you ever doubt me again.”


    With that, Wesley turned on his heel and walked away.


    Elena stood there,pletely bewildered, trying to process what had just happened. Suddenly, the door next to hers creaked open, and Javier’s head popped out.


    Javier’s face was full of nosy curiosity, his eyes gleaming with mischief.


    “So, Elena, you and Wesley… are you guys a thing?”


    He punctuated his question with a suggestive wink.


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    Elena’s response was to m the door shut in his face. Leaning against the closed door, her eyes were filled with a whole lot of uncertainty. A thing? Were they actually a thing?


    When night arrived, the little taverns on the ind lit up, their exteriors glowing with bright, colorful lights.


    Inside a private room, Wesley, Jeffry, and Malcolm each had a drink sitting in front of them.


    The hallway on the second floor of the tavern overlooked the sea, and the guys rxed on the sofas, enjoying the cool sea air and chatting casually.


    Wesley had changed into a fresh set of clothes—a loose white shirt that highlighted his good looks and sharp eyes. After he and Elena went their separate ways, the first thing he did was take a shower. His need to be clean hadn’t gone away. It just wasn’t as strong when he was around Elena.


    Malcolm looked at Wesley, a little annoyed, and couldn’t help but whine, “Wesley, you didn’t have to make me suffer just to make Elena happy. I’ve been running to the toilet like five or six times this afternoon. I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”


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