?Chapter 832:


    Elena was wrapped in a spacious bathrobe, her long, silky ck hair trailing droplets of water as Wesley carefully set her down on the edge of the bed. He fetched a hairdryer and began the task of drying her hair with a gentle touch.


    d only in a towel, his toned physique remained partially exposed. The usual cool sophistication on his face was reced with a tender softness, revealing a man deeply satisfied.


    When Elena caught a glimpse of his deep-set eyes, their recent intimate encounter flooded back to her. Wesley’s usual poise had given way to an intense passion when he embraced his emotions fully. He had a knack for saying just the right things to bring a blush to her cheeks and make her heart race.


    She remembered her yfulint about the bathwater being too hot and his teasing response, questioning whether it was the water or himself that had caused her warmth.


    Lately, Wesley had dropped all pretenses in her presence, and the distant, clean-obsessed heir of the’s most influential family seemed like a distant memory.


    Wesley grabbed the hairdryer with one hand, his fingers weaving through her hair with unexpected gentleness. The hum of the dryer filled the air.


    Elena had never been fond of drying her hair, often letting it dry naturally due to its length. Yet, Wesley handled it with patience, his touch asionally grazing her ear, sending a flutter through her heart. He didn’t stop until her hair was thoroughly dry.


    By the time he was finished, it waste. Pulling back the covers, he suggested, “Stay with me tonight. I’ll drive you home tomorrow morning.”


    Elena, utterly exhausted from their passionate encounter, felt her legs wobble, as if they were made of jelly. She softly murmured her consent before slowly sinking into thefort of his bed.


    Almost immediately, Wesley’s arms enveloped her, pulling her close. Their legs intertwined as he held her tightly.


    Too weary to object, Elena closed her eyes and swiftly fell asleep. Even in the dim light, Wesley admired her serene expression. His eyes softened in a way she had never seen before. He bent down and tenderly kissed her forehead.


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    The next morning, Wesley chauffeured Elena back to her family’s residence.


    Just returning from his run, Jeffry caught sight of Elena entering the house as Wesley’s vehicle remained idly outside.


    With a furrowed brow, Jeffry tapped sharply on the car window. As Wesley lowered the window, his expression was quizzical, one eyebrow arched.


    Jeffry’s gaze was icy as he asked, “So, are you and Elena an item now?”


    Wesley remained calm, raising an eyebrow as he spoke in a steady, even tone. “Is that an issue for you?”


    Despite their longstanding friendship, Jeffry found Wesley’s presence unbearable at the moment. He had never epted the idea of Wesley wooing Elena, even though Wesley had defended Elena publicly.


    To Jeffry, his sister was a paragon of gentleness, kindness, and skill, unmatched by any man in the. Wesley’s strategic, cutthroat nature disqualified him as a suitable partner for his sister.


    With a tsk, Jeffry issued a stern warning. “Harm Elena, and our friendship won’t shield you from me.”


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