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    The dinner took ce at Wesley’s private home.


    They dined by candlelight in a serene ambiance. Wesley sliced the steak with precise, deliberate movements and then presented the te to Elena, each piece arranged with care.


    Elena watched his slender, adept fingers as he poured the wine. Even this simple action was mesmerizing when performed by him. Raising his ss, his eyes deep and tranquil, he suggested, “Let’s celebrate.”


    Elena met his gaze, puzzled. “Celebrate what?”


    With a smile, Wesley replied, “The escape from all that trouble.” Indeed, that was worth celebrating. Elena tapped her ss gently against his.


    Afortable silence enveloped them. As Elena started to eat, Wesley watched her once more. Noticing a dab of sauce at the corner of her mouth, he leaned in and kissed her.


    It was a fleeting kiss.


    Startled, Elena paused momentarily before looking up. Wesley had already settled back in his chair, his demeanor nonchnt as he observed her reaction.


    Finding her voice lost, Elena could do nothing but gaze at him in bewildered silence.


    With his typical calm state, Wesley exined, “There was something on your lips.”


    Elena responded, “You could have mentioned it.” She pondered why he chose a kiss over a simple sentence.


    Wesley grinned wider, leisurely enjoying his wine. “It’s no biggie. Let’s not dwell on this.”


    The intensity of his look caused a warm flush to spread across Elena’s cheeks. His eyes danced with a yful mystery that left her flustered. As she shyly lowered her eyes and reached for her ss, it was only upon tasting it that she recognized the wine as red.


    Perhaps it was the enchanting evening, but Wesley appeared irresistibly charming tonight—his gaze seemed to pierce into her, threatening to capture her essence. A gentle melody filled the expansive room.


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    Approaching her, Wesley bent slightly and offered his hand with grace. “Miss Harper, may I have this dance?”


    A twinkle lit his usually reserved eyes, and his smile hinted at a rare warmth.


    His suit wlessly tailored, showcased his strong shoulders and trim waist, with the top button undone, portraying an air of exuding confidence.


    As Elena extended her hand, Wesley sped it with assurance.


    His hand was gently ced on her shoulder, the other supporting her back, as they moved gracefully to the melody within the walls of the grand vi.


    Wesley tilted his head, resting his chin softly on her forehead, drawing near.


    Their closeness was undeniable.


    The scent of cedar emanating from him was soothing, enhanced by a distinctively masculine allure.


    His warmth enveloped her, the heat from his touch seeping into her palm.


    Elena’s ear was against his chest, feeling the robust thump of his heart. In a moment of boldness, Elena drew closer. Wesley momentarily tensed, his expression darkening and his throat tightening. The rhythm of his heart intensified under her ear.


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