Chapter 950:


    Wesley stayed perfectly still. The moment his eyes closed, sleep wrapped around him and pulled him under without a fight.


    Their bodies were pressed close, and with his bare chest against hers, a strange metallic scent caught her attention. The smell unsettled her. Was he hurt?


    When she shifted to look more closely, his even breathing gave nothing away. But then she spotted the white bandage wrapped tight around his arm.


    Just then, her phone buzzed with a call. She tried slipping out from under him to answer it, but Wesley tugged her back in. Without even opening his eyes, he mumbled, “Where do you think you’re going?” His arm fell across her again. She nced at the dressing on his arm and suddenly felt a rush of emotions she couldn’t name. So, she stayed there—unmoving—waiting until the buzzing stopped.


    Even after that, Wesley didn’t let her go. His breathing eventually settled into a quiet rhythm again.


    She didn’t know how long she had waited, but by the time she managed to slide her arm free, the entire side of her body had gone numb. This time, he did not react.


    She rolled her shoulder to ease the tension, then slipped off the bed and stepped into the hallway without a sound.


    The missed call was from Lydia. Elena tapped redial, and the line barely rang before Lydia answered.


    “Took you long enough! What were you doing? Why didn’t you pick up?”


    Elena spoke inly. “Is it something serious?”


    “Very,” Lydia said at once. “Word is that Earle’s put a price on Wesley’s head. Scarface—the head of the most ruthless merc group around—took the job. He’s already in the. Are you two okay?”


    She frowned. The blood. The bandage. Was that why Wesley hade back hurt?


    Her eyes narrowed. “Scarface’s alreadye up.”


    For a moment, Lydia didn’t respond. Then her tone dropped, more cautious now. “If ites down to it, I can pull strings and get you government protection.”


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    Wesley had risked everything to lead that mission to the Shadow base. Without him, they might not have made it out alive.


    Lydia wasn’t the type to forget the people who’d pulled her out of hell. Wesley’s help had stuck with her.


    Elena didn’t flinch. Her tone was cool and steady. “Scarface won’t back off just because we’ve got government protection. And you need to stay out of this.”


    Lydia was just about to open her mouth to offer assistance, but Elena spoke first, her voice colder than before. “This is my problem. I’ll take care of it.”


    There wasn’t a doubt in Elena’s mind about how far Lydia hade. Lydia had wed her way out of the assassin world and built a new life from scratch. There was no way she would drag Lydia back into this chaotic life.


    Three hours passed before Wesley stirred from sleep. The moment he saw Elena beside him, he smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead.


    Now that he was refreshed, he longed for intimacy. In one smooth move, he turned and hovered over her, leaning in to kiss her lips—but she pushed him back, and he froze mid-motion.


    Without changing her expression, Elena asked, “So, someone’sing after you?”


    Wesley blinked. He hadn’t expected her to find out so soon. “You already know,” he said. “Then yeah, it’s true.”


    He stretched out and sat up like nothing was wrong, his body loose with ease.


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