My Repentant Brothers (Madeline Larson)

Willow followed behind Madeline as she said, "Ms. Larson, why don't we ride in my car? My cafe is nearby

Madeline smiled lightly and said, "Thank you kindly for the offer, but I have some matters to attend to, so I'm afraid I can't join you for coffee today."

Willow was slightly taken aback by her answer. Then, after a pause, she said, "Alright, if that's the case.

Seeing the hint of disappointment on her face, Madeline explained, "Wesley is likely in this area, and I have to meet him."

When Willow heard that, she thought, Wesley Her fourth brother?"

Her eldest brother Caleb, second brother Nolan, and third brother Cavin were all extraordinary in their own ways. As for this fourth brother of hers, there was no need to even mention him.

Willow straightened her face and said, "Alright then, I won't keep you from your important matters. If there's another opportunity, I'll invite you for coffee again."

Madeline nodded, got into her car, and after sending Gloria away, she drove towards a remote mountain retreat on the outskirts.

The mountain retreat was a luxury estate, popular among the wealthy and influential for their vacations. Madeline drove all the way to a house nestled deep within the property. After comparing it with a photo, she confirmed it was the right place. She touched her chin and quietly complained, "And I still had to ask Nolan for this address."

She couldn't understand why Wesley had been in Acocester for several days without reaching out to her. If he truly wasn't paying attention to her, how could he have quietly dealt with Jasmine? It was truly puzzling.

Madeline pressed the doorbell at the entrance. The door slowly opened, but there was no one inside. Confused, Madeline walked into the yard. Everything was quiet, and she hesitated as she looked at the house. As she got closer, she finally noticed someone sitting by the fish pond on the side of the house.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

The person was sitting with their back to her, dressed in loose black clothing, making their figure appear tall and slender,

Madeline gripped her phone and cautiously approached, testing the waters, "Wesley?"

"Maddie, come and have a seat"

Wesley's cold voice came without him turning his head. He was holding a fishing rod, though it was unclear what he was fishing for. Indeed, there was an empty seat beside him. Madeline walked over and sat down obediently, not daring to say anything more. Wesley was a hitman with a 100% success rate, constantly treading life and death. He was both mysterious and terrifying.

Madeline sneaked a glance at Wesley's profile. His face looked even more cold and ruthless than she remembered, with his sharp, model-like features that exuded aggression, yet his entire being seemed unusually calm. It was a calm that came from years of experience.

"Wesley, how long have you been in Acocester? Why haven't you joined us Madeline finally asked.

Wesley curled his lips slightly upward and turned to look at Madeline with his deep, intense eyes. She had now grown into a graceful, poised woman, looking beautiful and sweet in the sunlight

"I didn't want to bother you, so I decided not to show up unannounced, he said. "I have to admit, I'm a bit surprised you managed to find me "Wesley, did you deal with Jasmine because of me?

"Hmm, if she hadn't brought it upon herself, I might not have been so harsh, Wesley said. "I looked into it. I know she once caused you to be hospitalized while you were working part-time. She's truly a vile person."

Wesley didn't even need to lure Jasmine when he appeared before her. She willingly followed him into the underground casino.

Wesley's smile surised cruel as he remembered Caleb's warning Madeline was kind and innocent, not fond of breaking social rules. So, he quickly adjusted his words, "I only intended to teach her a lesson, but she insisted on playing games with me." it comes to

"You know.." Wesley continued, and he raised his hand, his unusually long fingers strong and marked with visible scars. "When it gambling. I always win.

Madeline stared at his hand in a daze for a while, then shook her head. "You don't always win. You lost once."

Wesley nodded and said, "Yes, the one time I lost was to you"

Wedley slightly raised the fishing rod in his hand.

3:40 PM

If he lost, it must be simply because he didn't want to win. He wanted to please Madeline, so he deliberately lost to her.

Everyone else was just prey to him. He was the perfect hunter. How could he let his prey win? After years of missions, Wesley had gradually lost much of his kindness. Simply put, he had lost much of his humanity. He saw people not as people but as prey. The only difference was whether they were worth his effort or not. That was all. It was very simple.

Madeline sat quietly with her hands in her lap and said, "Wesley, how about joining us for dinner tonight? It's been a while since we all gathered together."

Wesley shook his head. "No, I'm still recovering, and things are too risky lately," he declined. "If I get too close to you, I might drag g you down. Don't come to me if you don't have to."

He looked seriously into Madeline's eyes and softened his tone. "If people discover that you're my only weakness, you might face a terrifying hell. I have too many enemies who would love nothing more than to see me dead. I don't want to drag you into that danger." Madeline chuckled and said, "What do I have to fear? Didn't we both come from the same place?"

Wesley's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice, "You've finally escaped the shadows. You shouldn't reconnect with us. Rather than keeping you close. I'd prefer to see you living openly in the sunlight, with no blemishes on your record, under the bright sky." Madeline couldn't help but feel touched. She pursed her lips and changed the subject, "How's your injury? Didn't Nolan treat you because it was severe? If it were a simple injury, you wouldn't have required Nolan's help

Wesley gave a faint smile, indifferent to everything. An injury? It didn't matter to him. He pointed to his abdomen and said, "Here, it hasn't fully

healed."

Seeing that he didn't intend to say more, Madeline reached out to lift his shirt and said, "Let me take a look."

Wesley immediately grabbed her slender wrist. The grip wasn't tight, but enough to stop her from moving

Annoyed, Madeline used her other hand to try again, only for Wesley to effortlessly hold both her hands with one. The veins on the back of his hand faintly bulged, but he held her with ease.

"How can you just move to look at a man's body like that? Wesley said.

Madeline looked down at their situation, both annoyed and frustrated. She said, "Wesley, so what if you're strong? You're just bullying me. What's the harm in letting me see!"

"I'm afraid if you see, you'll ha

to see!"

have

nightmares tonight. Don't blame me if that happens. Though he said that, he asked again, "Are you sure you want