Chapter 1580:
“Exactly! Elena is entangled with the owner here. Wesley, a man like you deserves someone far better than her.”
His lips curved into a sharp, chilling arc. His gaze turned to winter glass.
“Whether she’s deserving or not has nothing to do with you.”
“Wesley…”
“Silence,” he cut her off with an icy snap.
“Or I’ll make sure you regret uttering another word.”
Lyla clapped a hand over her mouth at once, the threat rattling her to the bone. What was wrong with Wesley? Elena was involved with another man—shouldn’t he be furious?
But instead of the rage Lyla expected, Wesley offered the Phoenix Wood to Elena with disarming tenderness. His eyes softened as they searched hers.
“Do you like it?”
Elena lifted a brow, suspicion threading her voice.
“You’re not angry?”
After Lyla’s relentless barrage of accusations, he hadn’t shown even a flicker of jealousy. That wasn’t the Wesley she knew.
A quiet laugh slipped from him, warm yet possessive.
“Everything I own belongs to you—myself included. If you want it, the entire auction house is yours as well.”
And in that instant, Elena understood. This was his domain. The Phoenix Wood had been put up at his command. She’d come intending to claim it as a birthday gift for him—yet here he was, placing it in her hands instead.
Elena lifted the wood lightly, a smile forming.
“This is already more than enough.”
Wesley leaned closer, his voice low and suggestive, brushing against her like velvet.
𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿ⅽ𝗼𝗺
“Only this? Are you sure you don’t want me?”
Heat flared along Elena’s ears, and she shot him a flustered glare. In a public place like this, how could he say something so brazen?
Noticing the color blooming at the tips of her ears, Wesley felt an unexpected stir in his chest. For all the intimacy they’d shared, she still blushed so easily—it was endearing beyond measure.
The air between them thickened, humming with a closeness that made the world outside fade away.
Nearby, Lyla ground her teeth in silent rage, nearly trembling with envy. Why did that bitch Elena deserve Wesley’s devotion? Even the faintest suspicion of disloyalty was brushed aside for her sake.
Unable to endure it another second, Lyla blurted, “Wesley, don’t you even care that Elena is making a fool of you with another man?”
Elena’s gaze rested calmly on Wesley, her face an unreadable mask.
“Don’t you mind at all?”
Inwardly, Elena smirked. Infidelity? Cuckolding Wesley? Lyla had always had a poisonous talent for twisting the truth into barbed accusations.
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