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    Malcolm paused, a hint of frustration in his voice. “You know I didn’t bring my car. Are you really making me walk back?”


    Wesley didn’t care how he got back. “Get out.”


    As Felix received the nod from Wesley, he quickly opened the car door for Malcolm.


    Malcolm, realizing Wesley’s mood was heavily affected by romantic troubles, chose not to press further.


    As soon as Malcolm exited, Wesley had Felix drive off immediately, leaving a chill in the air.


    Malcolm clicked his tongue. Jealousy could make a man merciless.


    Back at the office, Wesley was in no mood to lighten up. During the afternoon session at the Spencer Group, he held a stringent meeting. Everyone was on edge, delivering their reports with fear, wary of Wesley’s cold demeanor.


    Wesley dismissed each presentation with a critical eye.


    Despite it being cold in December, the tension made the executives sweat through their suits.


    Felix was particrly anxious, knowing the personal turmoil Wesley was facing could spell trouble for them all.


    After the meeting, the staff quickly scattered, relieved to escape, except Felix, who still had duties to attend to.


    At 8 p.m., Felix hesitated at the door to Wesley’s office before knocking. “Mr. Spencer, will you be workingte tonight?”


    Wesley sat with his back to the desk, reclining in his chair, visible only as a shadowy outline. Gradually, he opened his eyes. A chill seemed to emanate from his steely stare. “You can leave. I’ll drive myself tonight.”


    He picked up his car keys and stood. Under the cover of night, he drove swiftly to the doorstep of the Harper estate.


    Wesley rang Elena’s phone, just like he always did, his voice calm as he said, “Come down.”


    When Elena stepped outside, she spotted Wesley resting against the doorway.


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    The air carried a cold bite, but Wesley, dressed in a sleek ck suit and long overcoat, seemedpletely unfazed. He stood tall, looking effortlessly refined, as if the night itself bent around him.


    Elena’s thoughts drifted. That picture of him without a shirt shed in her mind. Even though he was in formal attire now, she couldn’t help but picture the solid build hidden beneath the fabric. She cleared her throat, looked away, and started walking toward him.


    Without a word, Wesley opened the car door for her.


    “Where are we going?” Elena asked once she was close enough.


    Wesley’s gaze didn’t waver. “To my ce. Are you brave enough?”


    She hadn’t expected that. Instead of answering, she slid into the car, her mind made up. There was no reason to be scared.


    A crooked grin tugged at Wesley’s lips as he gently shut the door and then climbed in beside her. They drove in silence.


    It didn’t take long to reach their destination. It sat not far from the Harper residence.


    This was Wesley’s home, tucked just a few streets over from Gerald’s mansion. He lived quietly here, rarely seeing anyone except the housekeeper and asional cleaners. But tonight, no one else was around.


    Wesley moved with purpose, leading the way through the gate. Elena trailed behind, wondering why he’d brought her here.


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