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    Elena gave a slight nod. “I’m starving.”


    After spending the entire morning answering back-to-back questions at the institute, her stomach was practically growling.


    Just as she neared the table and reached for a chair, arge hand beat her to it and pulled it out for her.


    With a polite nod, Wesley gestured to the seat. “Have a seat.”


    She kept her gaze lowered and quietly sat down. Something felt off. Wesley’s behavior had been strange ever since she stepped through the door. The way his eyes followed her—it wasn’t how he usually looked at her. That sense of unease only grew stronger as dinner went on.


    Wesley continued to serve her more food, filled her water ss without being asked, and even reached out at one point as if to feed her himself.


    Eventually, Elena had had enough of the act.


    She ced her utensils on the table, lifted her head, and fixed her eyes on him. “What’s going on with you?”


    Wesley didn’t flinch. He calmly picked up a slice of meat, set it gently on her te, and met her gaze. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?” he asked in a quiet tone.


    Elena’s brows drew together. What could she possibly say to him? “No,” she replied inly.


    A quiet smile tugged at Wesley’s lips, followed by a softugh that slipped out before he could stop it.


    Elena blinked, confused. What was so amusing? She hadn’t said anything remotely funny. She looked at him and asked, “What are youughing about?”


    Wesley gave a slight shake of his head, offering no answer at all. If she wasn’t ready to confess anything, he’d pretend to stay oblivious for now. She had always kept her guard up, making it clear that what they shared was purely physical. For a while, he had almost convinced himself that she didn’t have any feelings for him. But she had gone as far as hiring a top assassin just to ensure his safety.


    His expression softened as he murmured, “Just the sight of you lifts my mood.”


    Elena didn’t respond. What was even the point of questioning him? He never gave anything away.


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    When dinner ended, Wesley suddenly wired her two hundred billion.


    The instant the notification lit up her phone screen, she waspletely taken aback. She lifted her eyes and looked at Wesley from across the table. “Why would you send me that much money?”


    Wesley arched a brow, his tone casual. “Do I really need a reason? Think of it as pocket money. Use it however you like.”


    Her eyebrow shot up. Pocket money? Two hundred billion? That wasn’t two million. Not even twenty million. It was two hundred billion. That couldn’t possibly count as pocket money.


    Noticing her expression, Wesley leaned in slightly and added, “It’s honestly not a big deal. If you ever agree to marry me, everything I own would be yours anyway.”


    No one truly knew the extent of Wesley’s wealth. For someone like him, two hundred billion might actually mean very little.


    Elena wasn’t one to dwell on things unnecessarily. If he was offering it, she might as well ept. The money? Sure, she’d take it. Him, though? That was a different story. “Appreciate it, but I’m not looking to get married,” she replied inly.


    Wesley didn’t flinch at her direct dismissal. This woman, sharp-tongued but warm beneath the surface, would agree one day. He was confident about that.


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