Chapter: 963

Wesley didn't flinch or let any emotion show. After tossing aside the stained handkerchief, he pulled out a small box of pastries. "Still in the mood for something sweet?"

He remained so unfazed that it was as if Elena had merely stepped out for some fresh air instead of dismantling an entire organ trafficking operation.

He didn't ask for an explanation, and Elena had no plans to offer one. She had only brought up dessert earlier as an excuse to get rid of him, but now, after everything, she was genuinely hungry. Letting her guard down a bit, she gave him a lazy nod. "Sure."

Without another word, Wesley handed her the dessert.

A quick look over Wesley's shoulder was all it took for Arion to pick up on his unspoken cue.