Chapter 1238:

Every desperate plea slammed into Lydia’s heart, one after the other. She tried to answer, but her voice faltered. For the first time since their painful split, she’d found herself in his arms, a flood of emotions she could neither name nor sort out.

She had once loved him with everything she had and resented him just as fiercely. Jeffry was the brightest and most painful chapter of her life, a love she once gave freely, now shattered at their feet.

Her arms rose, wanting to hold him, but they hung suspended, full of hesitation. Hadn’t she already been through enough?

Moments passed before she placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed him back. A small shake of her head said the rest.

“I’m not trying to punish you. I just can’t turn back. Let the past stay in the past, Jeffry. I’ve learned to let go, and you need to do the same. We can’t keep living in circles.”

Her words were steady—there was no anger or bitterness left in her tone.

A silent understanding dawned in Jeffry’s eyes, and the grief in his expression seemed to deepen as he watched her put distance between them.

Quietly, Lydia murmured, “I need to head to Yoswye. I’m not vanishing, just going away for a while.”

Not another word left her lips before she finally turned around and walked off, leaving Jeffry behind.

Still rooted in place, Jeffry seemed to drift out of time, his figure growing lonelier as dusk crept in and darkness swallowed the neighborhood.

Lydia headed straight to the airport and boarded a flight bound for Yoswye. Hours later, she stepped off the plane, exhaustion mixing with relief at her arrival.

She knew both Pantheon’s Avo and SecondBest were in Yoswye, though neither of them knew she had arrived.

A cab ride brought her right to the palace gates. The lack of an invitation left her with no way past security, so she stood outside and called Elena for help.

Meanwhile, inside Elena’s room, Wesley had just finished one round of intimacy with her. He narrowed his eyes, savoring the moment, and held her in his arms.

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Having been denied closeness so many times before, Wesley refused to let go, holding her tightly as if afraid she might slip away.

He had taken his time, relishing every shared moment, leaving evidence of his affection on her skin, especially over her chest and the delicate insides of her thighs.

With both hands and lips, Wesley traced every line of Elena’s body. His touch was warm, his mouth lingering in places that made her tremble.

Shivers racked Elena as her breath quickened, her thoughts scattering with each gentle caress. She climaxed under his flexible tongue.

Only once he felt she was truly spent did Wesley shift his focus, pressing his hips forward and entering her in a slow, determined motion.

The tightness drew a gasp from him, pleasure echoing in a low groan that filled the quiet room.

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