Chapter 584:

Before he could make sense of it, a reporter asked, “Mr. Spencer, can you clarify your relationship with the woman beside you? Is your companion even of legal age?”

Companion? What companion? Theo spun around, staring at the woman as if he had seen a ghost. “Who on earth are you?”

Tears welled in the woman’s eyes as she gazed at him. “Mr. Spencer…” Her eyes burned with resentment, as though Theo had heartlessly discarded her the moment their intimacy ended. The live-stream audience erupted in fury.

“What a bastard. He’s still here, but the moment his clothes are back on, he denies everything.”

“What a jerk!”

Theo frantically explained, “I don’t know this woman! I swear, I’ve never seen her before! Don’t spread false rumors. I’ve been framed! Nothing happened between us!”

Unfortunately, caught in such a compromising situation, no one believed his protests.

Meanwhile, through the slightly ajar door of the next room, Elena watched the scandal unfold when an unexpected heat radiated behind her. Before she could react, the door slammed shut. A heartbeat later, she found herself pinned against it.

Wesley was burning with fever. His forehead pressed against Elena’s neck as his scorching breath ghosted over her skin. A shiver ran down her spine.

Before Elena could process the shock, Wesley’s kisses began to trail gently along her skin.

The scent of cedar clung to him, intoxicating, as his kisses moved from her neck toward her jaw.

Elena regained her composure. Placing both hands firmly against his chest, she pushed Wesley back. “Wesley, pull yourself together!”

Wesley had restrained himself for so long that now his desire was overwhelming. The moment he confirmed the woman in the room was Elena, his last shred of self-control shattered. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Every nerve in his body screamed to claim her as his own. His breath came in ragged bursts as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers, his voice husky with longing. “Let me kiss you, okay?”

Elena felt her ears flush, her expression briefly dazed.

Wesley captured her lips again.

He bit gently on her lower lip, deepening the kiss, his tongue boldly exploring her mouth as if memorizing every inch.

His muscular frame pressed tightly against hers, leaving no space between them.

Wesley was already aroused, his hardness pressing firmly against her waist. The air around Elena suddenly grew stiflingly hot, making it difficult to breathe.

Even the icy blast from the air conditioner couldn’t dispel the suffocating heat, and beads of sweat formed along Elena’s chest. Her breathing became uneven and ragged.

Wesley’s gaze darkened with undeniable longing, locked intently on her face. He had always wanted her. That had never changed. If anything, his desire had only intensified.

He leaned forward slightly, pressing himself insistently against her through the fabric.

“Mm…” Elena rose onto her tiptoes, trying desperately to break free, yet her body refused to obey her commands.

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