Chapter 1284:
Wesley’s features were pronounced and striking, his sharp eyes exuding an air of nobility. In Klathe, women often dreamed of shattering his cold exterior, hoping they would be the ones to draw out his passion. But only Elena had ever managed to break through.
A flush colored Wesley’s cheeks, and sweat rolled along his strong jaw, disappearing beneath the edge of his shirt collar. Even the crisp white shirt he wore seemed especially alluring in that moment.
Elena’s grip on his private parts grew firmer, and she kept her eyes on his face, matching her movements to every subtle change in his expression. Despite her lack of experience, she could easily read his reactions and quickly picked up which spots drew the strongest response, adjusting her rhythm with precision.
Wesley surrendered himself completely to the pleasure.
Once it was over, he settled back, eyelids heavy and chest rising with deep breaths.
Eventually, a satisfied grin formed as he said, “Had enough fun? Are you ready to let me loose?”
She nodded and undid the belt. The moment he was free, Elena’s world turned upside down as Wesley spun her around.
Without a single word, he lifted her into his arms and carried her upstairs.
He had to pay her back for her earlier mischief. They ended up missing dinner that night.
Elsewhere, Jeffry accompanied Lydia all the way to the entrance of the National Security Bureau.
“I have to report in. You can go,” Lydia said quietly.
Jeffry didn’t budge, his reply steady and unwavering. “I’ll wait out here for you.”
Lydia wanted to protest, but she just couldn’t find the words. He had turned almost unbearably attached, hardly ever letting her out of his sight.
If it had been in the past, Lydia wouldn’t have thought twice about sending him away, but after the passionate kiss they had shared on the plane, she found she just couldn’t turn him down. Trying to send him off proved pointless, so in the end, she allowed him to leave the car downstairs while she headed upstairs.
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Lydia made her way straight to Ethan’s office, where she gave a quick summary of the Yoswye situation.
With Lydia inside, Jeffry remained by the car, waiting. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the drifting smoke masking the darkness in his eyes as he gazed at the floor that housed Lydia’s office.
Jeffry’s hair looked a bit untidy, but his tall build, broad shoulders, and lean waist caught the eyes of people passing by as he leaned against the car door.
A woman in daring clothes and perfect makeup soon walked up to him. She cocked her head, cigarette balanced on her lips, and asked, “Got a light?”
Blowing out a ring of smoke, Jeffry gave her a bored glance and then stubbed out his cigarette in plain view.
The woman froze, embarrassed by his blatant rejection.
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