Chapter 1307:
Zoie smiled from ear to ear, loving every bit of his promise. The two of them sat there, completely swept up in their perfect little dream of the future.
Whatever dreams or schemes Theo and Zoie harbored remained a complete mystery to Wesley.
His attention, for now, was devoted entirely to smoothing things over with his girlfriend.
After their exit from the Spencer estate, Wesley whisked Elena off to an exclusive restaurant, one that had locked its doors to all but the two of them.
They had the whole space to themselves—no other guests, just privacy.
A peaceful setting enveloped them, with gentle piano notes floating through the low-lit room, hinting at romance. Yet the energy at their table felt tense, miles away from anything tender.
Wesley leaned in, earnest regret in his voice. “I’m sorry, Elena. If I’d realized Zoie and Lawrence were at my family’s estate, I never would have brought you there. That was my mistake.”
A curt nod from Elena followed. “Yes, that was your mistake.”
Her bluntness sent a pang through him, a heaviness settling in his chest. He hated knowing he’d upset her again.
Then, just as quickly, her tone shifted, lifting some of the gloom. “But I didn’t suffer any loss—as long as you’re not bothered by what happened.”
After all, Zoie had taken both a slap and a kick.
Reaching across the table, Wesley gave Elena’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Promise me one thing—don’t ever change who you are, not for anyone, not even for me.”
Every effort he’d made was for her safety and peace of mind. A surge of rage always flared within him whenever his family let their venom fly and hurled harsh words at Elena.
To Wesley, Elena was untouchable—his greatest treasure, someone he couldn’t stand to see hurt. Regret washed over him as he dipped his head and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her hand.
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Elena, the one at the center of it all, seemed largely unaffected. Neither Zoie’s jabs nor Lawrence’s remarks appeared to penetrate her calm.
People would always gossip, and Elena had learned long ago that losing sleep over every passing judgment was pointless.
Drawing her hand back, she tipped his chin up with a confident touch. “Tell me, Wesley, does that mean you’ll follow my every command?”
A hint of pride and playful challenge danced in her eyes, her lips barely parted as she spoke.
Wesley didn’t hesitate for an instant. “Anything you say,” he answered.
Elena’s gaze sharpened. “If I ask you to stop next time, you’d better listen.”
A pause stretched between them, and Wesley fell silent, considering. He swallowed hard before replying, “Anything but intimacy.”
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