Chapter 1276:
Elena’s decision came without hesitation. “Let’s head back to Klathe.”
Malcolm stared at her, clearly bewildered. “That’s it? Wesley took a massive blow this time—we’re not going to make them pay for it?”
This restraint felt completely out of character for Wesley. Anyone bold enough to cross him typically faced swift and merciless consequences.
Malcolm’s questioning gaze shifted to Wesley expectantly.
Wesley’s eyebrow lifted just a fraction, his expression remaining maddeningly neutral. “What’s the rush in all this?”
Understanding dawned in Malcolm’s eyes like the rising sun—Wesley had orchestrated everything already.
As their aircraft climbed toward the clouds, a series of earth-shattering explosions suddenly tore through the air below them.
Massive detonations erupted across both the sea’s surface and throughout Yoswye’s landscape.
The thunderous roar penetrated even their pressurized cabin, forcing everyone to clap their hands over their ears against the overwhelming noise.
Elena’s gaze tracked toward the source of destruction and then found Wesley’s eyes. They shared a moment of perfect, wordless understanding. No explanation was necessary—she recognized his handiwork immediately. The explosions had systematically targeted every piece of territory Torin had claimed as his own.
A sudden realization crystallized in Elena’s mind, prompting her question. “You left the palace before the political chaos erupted specifically to arrange all this?”
Wesley confirmed her suspicion with a simple nod. His fingers interlaced with hers as he bowed his head in genuine contrition. “Abandoning you to face danger alone was unforgivable on my part. This will never happen again.”
When he had returned to find the palace empty of her presence, the torment that seized his chest had nearly destroyed him from within. He should have remained at her side, regardless of any other circumstances demanding his attention.
Wesley pressed his lips tenderly against her knuckles, sealing his promise with that gentle kiss.
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Malcolm watched the touching moment unfold, and a sharp pang of jealousy twisted in his chest. Romance hung heavy in the air, sweet enough to taste.
Even so, as Wesley’s self-proclaimed advisor on all things love, Malcolm felt a burst of pride. He had already set his sights on snagging a place at the head table for Wesley and Elena’s wedding.
The private jet was far from roomy. Up front, the pilot was at the controls, with Elena and Wesley sitting in the first row. Lydia and Jeffry had taken the seats all the way in the back, while Malcolm sat alone in the middle.
Things were unusually quiet at the rear of the plane.
Jeffry hardly looked away from Lydia, his gaze gentle but unwavering, even behind his glasses. That unrelenting attention made Lydia’s cheeks burn hotter with every passing second.
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