Chapter 1236:
By the end of the night, Alleyne was the one propping up Lance and hauling him back to the palace.
It was bitterly ironic. Alleyne was the one with the broken heart, yet here he was, taking care of his drunk friend. A tired sigh slipped out as he questioned his luck in friendships.
Back in the quiet of her room, Elena had finally eased Wesley’s restless longing and turned her attention to the antidote.
Every step mattered—she measured and added each ingredient into the cauldron with care, sticking to the recipe until an oddly colored pill took shape. Carefully, Elena brought the pill to Wesley’s lips. “Try this. It should work.”
A flicker of doubt crossed Wesley’s face. That strange color—was it really safe to eat?
Ignoring Wesley’s questioning look, Elena simply pressed the pill past his lips. A swift dissolve brought surprise to Wesley’s face. “This tastes sweet,” he remarked, raising an eyebrow.
Hands wiped clean, Elena explained, “I mixed in licorice. Sweetens things up, but it doesn’t mess with the medicine.”
An instant later, Wesley pulled her close, his kiss deep and full of longing. As he finally let go, he teased, “Still not as sweet as you.”
Those abrupt kisses no longer startled Elena. Now that the antidote had started working its magic in Wesley’s system, a sense of relief settled over her. Leaning against him, she let her eyes drift closed.
Just as sleep started to claim her, a stray thought flickered—Lydia’s visit to Yoswye was supposed to happen today. By now, Lydia should be boarding the plane soon.
Wrapping up her last meeting, Lydia hurried home. She tossed a few essentials into a bag and didn’t waste a minute heading out the door.
Barely had she reached the street when a shadow cut across her path. Glancing up, she met Jeffry’s steady stare. Why had he turned up here, of all places?
Without a word, Lydia tried to brush past, but Jeffry’s hand clamped around her wrist.
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His grip was tight—too tight. Veins stood out on his hand, betraying the storm beneath his cool demeanor.
Jeffry’s eyes landed on her travel bag. Something fierce and unspoken crackled in his gaze, threatening to shatter his self-control.
“Where do you think you’re going this time?” His voice sounded calm, yet the wild edge underneath was impossible to miss.
Snatching her wrist back, Lydia’s answer came out icy cold. “Where I go is none of your concern. I don’t owe you any explanation.”
She’d been certain that after everything at the children’s welfare center, Jeffry would finally disappear from her life. Seeing him now only soured her mood. No matter the situation, Lydia always preferred a clean break, whether it was work or relationships. Once something ended, it stayed that way. But Jeffry kept showing up, forcing her to relive old mistakes.
Anger made her jaw tighten as she demanded, “Why are you following me again? Haven’t I made it clear we’re finished?”
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