Chapter 400:
Wesley guided Elena to a seat at the center of the room.
A sharp look from Wesley silenced Jaxon immediately.
Jaxon’s curiosity was piqued.
It was such a rare sight to see Wesley with a woman, and Jaxon found himself a witness to this uncommon event.
Raising his wine glass toward Elena, Jaxon said, “Pleased to meet you. Allow me to propose a toast.”
Elena remained motionless.
Jaxon’s smile briefly faltered but quickly recovered. “I’ll have a drink. Feel free to join if you wish.”
He took a hearty gulp, consuming half the glass.
Someone poured Elena a drink, but another hand swiftly removed it from her reach.
Without changing his expression, Wesley casually interjected, “She doesn’t drink.”
Malcolm, just finishing a phone call, turned and was momentarily taken aback by Elena’s presence. “Miss Harper, what brings you here?”
Quickly catching on, Malcolm asked, “Are you accompanying Wesley?”
Elena nodded. “Yes.”
Malcolm, still holding his phone, looked surprised but said nothing. He had long noticed Wesley’s particular fondness for Elena. Could Wesley be ready to show his hand this early?
Pondering this, Malcolm glanced again at Elena. She seemed unlike the other women present.
Such events were as much about business for the men as they were social battlegrounds for the women. The ladies typically wore outfits that were either boldly striking or subtly charming, all designed to attract attention.
But Elena didn’t fit the typical mold. In her simple white dress, she sat beside Wesley—not overly attached to him nor visibly intimidated. Her posture was relaxed yet confident, allowing her to stand out while blending in seamlessly.
Malcolm averted his eyes, accidentally meeting Wesley’s stern gaze, and immediately felt a warning. He chose to sit at a distance from Elena to avoid Wesley’s cold stare.
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Jaxon reignited the group’s chatter, turning to Malcolm with a question, “Do you know her, Malcolm?”
Recently returned from training abroad at his father’s behest, Jaxon was still reacquainting himself with Klathe’s social scene and was unfamiliar with Elena.
Malcolm flicked his lighter to life with a smirk and playfully said, “Try not to drag me into this, alright?” Didn’t Jaxon see Wesley’s icy glare?
Jaxon was about to continue the banter when Wesley cut in firmly, “Let’s cut the chatter.”
Slightly embarrassed but quick to recover, Jaxon laughed and addressed Elena, “I’ve just returned from Grovine and haven’t seen such grace in a long time. Please excuse my honesty.”
With Wesley’s presence, the dinner was about to begin.
Wesley took the prime seat at the table, Elena seated next to him. Across from them sat Malcolm and another man with short, neat hair who kept mostly to himself.
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