Chapter 343

Sending someone to prison for life seemed like a foolproof plan, with no
downsides whatsoever. But now, Evelyn was still alive, and Wesley was out. The timing couldn’t have been better. He could once again be the sharpest tool in her arsenal to deal with Evelyn. And this time, she’d make sure to tie up loose ends by getting rid of Wesley too.
While hatching the nastiest plan in her mind, Dahlia kept her tone sweet and comforting for Wesley. “Wesley, don’t talk like that. For you and Sandy, I’d do anything willingly. You should never doubt my feelings for you.”
Her voice was laced with an added touch of sorrow. “It’s all my fault! I’m the one to blame. Dahlia, please don’t cry. Seeing you upset breaks my heart! I’ll listen to you. Whatever you want, I’m here, okay?”
On the other end, Wesley was drowning in regret, so much so that he smacked himself across the cheeks twice. Dahlia waited until he was done before
pretending to intervene. “Wesley, what on earth are you doing? Hurting yourself is like stabbing me in the heart.”
“You know how much you mean to me…” Dahlia’s voice dripped with pretend anguish, which oddly filled Wesley with joy and relief.
“Alright, alright, I won’t do it again. Don’t be upset, Dahlia,” Wesley quickly reassured her. “I want to see you and Sandy. Can I come over tonight?”
It had been over two years, and he was dying to see her. He hadn’t let her visit him in prison, worried about dragging her into trouble, and bringing Sandy was out of the question. He missed them both more than anything.
Logic told Dahlia to say no right away. But as the refusal formed on her lips, the thought of Wesley’s “talents” made her hesitate, and she said, “My sink is broken.”
She wasn’t trying to betray Charles. It’s just that Charles never touched her, and she was a woman with needs, a woman who knew what passion felt like.
“I’ll swing by at ten tonight to fix it,” Wesley responded, catching onto their secret code with delight. It was their way of arranging a rendezvous.
“Alright, I’ll be waiting,” Dahlia replied, her voice soft and tinged with warmth. This time, it was genuine Wesley might not be great at
everything, but in this
he never disappointed Dahlia She was definitely looking forward to seeing him.
That evening, Dahlia gave the housekeeper the night off. At ten, once Sandy was asleep, Wesley slipped in wearing his work clothes. Familiar with the place, he headed straight to the second floor and into Dahlia’s bedroom.
She was already showered and in a sultry nightgown, lying on the bed. The moment Wesley laid eyes on her, he rushed over, held her face, and kissed her deeply. Dahlia responded eagerly.
When the kiss ended, Wesley lingered, brushing his lips against hers, his voice husky, “Give me a moment, I want to check on Sandy.”
He intended to peek into Sandy’s room, but Dahlia was already craving more, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Wesley~”
That flirtatious whisper was all it took. Wesley’s resolve melted away. He had little
self-control around Dahlia, and now it was completely gone. He dove right in.
…
Evelyn was aware of Wesley’s
release. Without Charles getting
involved, Brooks had orchestrated at quietly, Wesley was out earlier than expected, and as Evelyn anticipated, his first move was heading straight to Dahlia.
As soon as Wesley stepped foot in Greenrose, Evelyn got the news. At that moment, she was in Charles’s study, sketching a design. Just as she was reading the message, the study door swung open.