Chapter 1209:

Wesley saw the stubborn look in Elena’s eyes and knew he couldn’t keep it from her, so he finally gave up teasing her.

One by one, the buttons of his white shirt popped open, revealing his strong, muscular chest and the thick bandage wrapped around his waist, completely soaked with dark red blood.

Elena carefully unwrapped the bloody bandage, layer by layer, until she could see the wound beneath. A deep, gaping gash made her stomach turn. Fresh blood oozed steadily, growing darker and thicker by the minute, while the skin around it had already begun to turn an ugly grayish color, clearly rotting.

When Elena saw how bad the wound truly was, her expression grew more worried and angry. She knew at once this wasn’t just a regular cut or stab wound. The way it refused to stop bleeding, the dying flesh around it—it meant only one thing. He had been poisoned, and badly. If he didn’t get the proper antidote within the next month, it would kill him.

Elena stared at him in disbelief. How the heck could still be grinning like that when he was literally dying from poison. Her voice was ice-cold as she ordered, “Get on the bed. Now.”

Wesley could tell she meant business this time, so he obeyed without argument, lowering himself onto the soft mattress.

The pillow carried Elena’s perfume and shampoo, and Wesley couldn’t help but breathe deeply, letting that familiar scent fill his lungs and make his chest tighten with longing.

Elena pulled out her medical kit and went to work on his wound with practiced hands. Within minutes, she managed to stop the bleeding that had been plaguing him for an entire week.

She stayed completely silent throughout the procedure, her face cold and focused. The moment she finished bandaging him, she turned to leave.

Before she could take another step, Wesley grabbed her wrist and pulled her back toward him, pressing a gentle, teasing kiss against the corner of her mouth.

Elena tried to push away, her hands braced against his chest, but when he let out a low, pained sound, she froze, afraid she might worsen his injury.

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Wesley’s eyes lit up with that familiar mischievous spark, and he took advantage of her hesitation, pulling her closer and capturing her lips in a full kiss.

They had been separated for what felt like forever, and every fiber of his being screamed for her touch, her taste, her everything.

Wesley caught her bottom lip between his teeth, biting softly before sucking on it. Then his tongue slipped past her lips, finding hers and tangling with it.

The quiet bedroom filled with the sound of their ragged breathing as the kiss deepened, growing more intense with every second.

Wesley’s large hand slid slowly down her spine, his fingers tracing her curves through the thin fabric of her nightgown, igniting a fire inside her.

They had been apart for days that felt like months, and it wasn’t just Wesley who was desperate for this. Elena had missed him just as badly, even if she refused to admit it.

Wesley had memorized every inch of her body during their time together. He knew exactly what made her weak and what drove her crazy, and as his hands continued their slow exploration, Elena felt herself beginning to give in to him despite her efforts to resist.

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