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Wesley, the Faux Gentleman 

Emelle carefully applied the ointment onto Wesley’s wound with a medical cotton swab, gently spreading it from the edges toward the bleeding area. She was being careful. 

“It’s not the same at all,” she said, 

Wesley felt her touch, which was as light as a feather, brushing against him. It didn’t hurt, but it did tickle a bit. 

He looked at her reflection in the glass. Her head was lowered, and she had a focused and serious look. 

He didn’t press her about what was different. Perhaps she meant that a wound on oneself felt different from a wound on someone else. 

Meanwhile, what he thought about was how she had once been a young, delicate girl. However, she had experienced so much over the past decade, so much so that she had even consented for an abortion surgery. Thus, she was no longer scared of such minor injuries. 

Wesley frowned as he recalled the events. 

Emelie thought she might have hurt him and bent down to gently blow on the wound. Wesley found it amusing, considering he was already feeling ticklish 

“I’m notachid,” he said. 

Emelie blinked and noticed his chest. 

She hadn’t seen it earlier because it was covered by his clothes. Now she saw that he had a scar on his chest, about the size of a ringmall Such a scar could only have been caused by a bullet. 

She paused. “What happened here?” 

Wesley glanced at the scar and answered in a flat tone, The File Group’s inheritance rights. It wasn’t easy to obtain 

It was Emelie seeing an actual gunshot wound for the first time, and

she unconsciously reached out to touch it, 

The wound had long healed, but the skin hadn’t fully smoothed out. The edges were slightly raised, and her fingertips felt the rough texture. She could imagine the gruesome scene when the bullet had penetrated his chest and caused the flesh to tear. 

The bullet had struck his right chest, which was a critical area. Even without him saying it, she knew how dangerous it must have been. 

She could also understand why he hadn’t taken her abroad at that time just by looking at the scar. He was fighting for inheritance rights, which made his surroundings even more dangerous. 

Emelie had once naively believed that there were limits to everything. 

However, after learning about the downfall of the Xander Group and how the account book had led to the death of her adoptive parents, she thought of something she had read 

before 

“If there’s a 100% profit, people will risk the gallows. If there’s a 300% profit, they trample all laws of humanity.” 

Wesley was a descendant fighting for inheritance rights. So, he was hated bitterly by the io family, who would gladly see him eliminated: 

Lost in thought, Emelie didn’t realize her hand was still resting on Wesley’s chest until Jodie knocked on the door. She came back to her senses and noticed Wesley had been looking at her for some time. His expression was unreadable 

She realized that her action was inappropriate and quickly withdrew her hand. 

She wanted to explain that she was merely curious about the gunshot wound. She had no other intention. However, what other intention was there? Saying so might make things 

worse 

Emelle frowned. She was hesitating to speak while looking at Wesley. 

The latter seemed to understand her dilemma, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. However, he remained silent and was curious about how she would explain. 

Emelie found it even harder to speak under his teasing gaze. 

Just as she was about to say “I“, Jodie walked in, and she fell silent immediately. 

Jodie stepped into the entrance but did not enter the bedroom. 

She said, “Mr. Graham, Mr. Jacob said he has an urgent matter, and the 10 o’clock conference call needs to be canceled” 

Wesley responded with an “mm” that ended on a slightly upbeat note. He seemed in a good mood. Emelle knew his good mood was likely due to having made fun of her 

In fact, he was a da gentleman. Owned by .

Instead of asking her directly about what she was doing earlier, he used his deep brown eyes to silently mock her, letting his teasing speak volumes without uttering a word 

Jodie had no other matters to report and lett after finishing 

With Jodie’s interruption, the awkwardness dissipated. Emelie quickly moved past the uncomfortable moment, pretending nothing had happened, and continued applying medicine to Wesley’s back 

“So, did you get the Filo family’s inheritance rights? No wonder I heard Dr. Miles call you Mr. Cronus earlier,” Emelie said. 

In fact, the butlers and servants in the residence all referred to him as Mr. Cronus. 

Emelle lado’t noticed this detail earlier due to her bad mood. Marcel and jodie were from the Grahams and called him Mr. Graham. The old butler she encountered at the port. called him Mr. Cronus because the old butler was one of his mother’s men 

As Fanelle finished applying the ointment and was about to turn to wash her hands, Wesley suddenly grasped her hand, and she couldn’t help but look at him