Chapter 1315:
It caught Jeffry off guard. After two decades of friendship, he knew that while Wesley was never hooked on cigarettes, he’d carried the habit for over a decade. To quit out of the blue was unlike him.
Sliding the cigarette back into the pack, Jeffry continued, “What’s got you quitting all of a sudden?”
Wesley, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, leaned against the car door with his natural elegance. Sharp, refined features and a calm gaze fixed on the entrance gave him an air of quiet poise.
“She hates the smell,” Wesley answered simply, and it was obvious he meant Elena.
For a moment, Jeffry couldn’t find anything to say. It struck him then—he’d never realized just how deep Wesley’s feelings ran for Elena until that moment. Watching Wesley now, everything became crystal clear. This wasn’t some fleeting infatuation.
As Jeffry watched Wesley, a look of quiet approval softened his expression. “I heard you brought Elena to see Gerald. Something happened, didn’t it?”
Wesley answered without hesitation, “Someone tried to stir the pot in front of Gerald. Doesn’t matter who. Elena’s the only one I’m going to marry.”
More questions hovered on Jeffry’s lips, but seeing the resolve in Wesley’s eyes, he left them unspoken. He knew Wesley very well. When Wesley made up his mind, he never wavered. With Elena, he was all in—no matter what it cost. After years of leading the Spencer Group, dealing with those living at Plum Mansion felt like a piece of cake.
At that moment, two familiar faces appeared near the bar’s entrance.
Jeffry flicked away his cigarette and strode over to them.
A rosy flush colored Lydia’s cheeks from too much drinking, and her eyes looked hazy as she stumbled along.
Jeffry caught Lydia just in time, lifting her easily into his arms. Recognizing him, Lydia let out a tipsy giggle and playfully pinched his cheek. “Jeffry? Fancy running into you here.”
He caught her hand with a gentle touch, his tone soft. “I’m here to take you home.”
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“Home?” Lydia repeated, then suddenly burst into laughter as if she’d remembered a private joke. “Can we get up to some fun at home?” She clung to his collar, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Jeffry felt his throat tighten and didn’t answer. Instead, he looked at Elena. “I’ll take her back first.”
Elena gave a simple nod.
When Jeffry walked by, Elena’s attention shifted, and she caught sight of Wesley.
Without a word, Wesley came up beside her, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and quietly guided her toward his car.
Felix was nowhere in sight, so Wesley was behind the wheel tonight. Elena kept quiet, careful not to bring up anything that might spark Wesley’s overwhelming jealousy.
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