Guinevere was in disbelief as her face paled. She snapped back to attention and asked incisively, “Did someone tell you something?” “Seems like you know exactly what I’m talking about,” Weston looked up at her. Guinevere took a deep breath and suddenly chuckled rather self-derisively. “So the purpose of this date was actually to seek justice for Ella Steele?” Before Weston could reply, she went on the defensive and folded her arms around her chest, saying with an air of indifference, “I knew at that time that she would complain to you, but I didn’t expect her to be so quick about it… how petty.” She surveyed her nails and went on, “Weston, I can understand that men like you fancy a little novelty outside, but isn’t this rather bad taste on your part?” Weston remained silent, letting her go on. Guinevere poured a cup of water and took a couple of sips. “What do you want me to do?” “I don’t want history repeating itself,” Weston said leisurely but with a trace of coldness
Guinevere picked up her wine glass and finished the remaining contents in one gulp. She looked back at Weston. “I know what you mean. Sure, I can apologize to her, but you must promise me one thing.” “Speak.” Guinevere took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile, “I don’t want someone insignificant ruining our relationship. I’m not as immature and insensible as Ella, and I’m fine with you wanting to placate her. She’s just another toy of yours that you’ll lose interest in soon, after which she’ll be nothing, and there’s no need for me to stoop to her level…” “What exactly do you want?” Weston cut her off, his tone betraying his annoyance. Guinevere paused for a moment, pretending that she did not hear what he said. “I want you to take some time to go on a holiday with Zack and me. His grandmother keeps talking about the three of us getting together for family bonding.” With that, she placed her hand on the back of Weston’s and gently tapped her fingers coquettishly on it. “
Guinevere’s face froze. A moment later, she instinctively furrowed her brows. Naturally repulsed at the sight of Stella, she was about to say something when she remembered that Weston was still next to her. She collected herself, pretended not to see Stella, and continued talking to Weston. “The dishes were not bad today. What did you think?” Weston couldn’t see Stella from his angle. “Let’s go to the car?” he said mildly, ignoring her question. Guinevere held onto his arm intimately. “Let’s go for a stroll together, okay?” Weston frowned and glanced at his watch. Guinevere knew that it meant that he needed to return to work. She tightened her grip over his arm, saying coquettishly, "We haven't been on a date for so long, and it’s so rare that we leave Zack behind at home to just enjoy each other’s company. Can’t you stay with me a while longer?” “Where do you want to go for a walk?” The two of them began walking over. Stella retracted her gaze upon hearing their conv
Stella’s phone suddenly rang. Sensing that it was a message from Weston, she did not take her phone out. After walking a few more steps, a call came as if the texter knew her thoughts. She didn’t pick up the call, but her phone kept ringing. Hence, she stopped walking and took a deep breath before answering the call. “Hello?” A low male voice sounded from the other end. “Come to the car and wait for me.” “Hello? I’m at…” He had hung up before she could finish. Stella furrowed her brows, feeling anger boiling inside. She ignored him and continued walking. The next moment, a black car pulled up to her. She recognized it as the one in charge of fetching her around. As she expected, the car stopped right in front of her, and the windows rolled down to reveal the driver’s familiar face. “Ms. Steele, Mr. Ford instructed me to come over to fetch you. Please get in.” “I have something else to attend to,” Stella instinctively rejected the ride. The driver looked at
She continued thrashing around violently in Weston’s arms. He held her even tighter in his arms and didn’t say a word but continued kissing her with abandon. He kissed her so hard and so intently as if he didn’t want to know what Stella really wanted to say. He kissed her single-mindedly with the goal of making her forget about everything else. Stella punched his shoulders hard. In turn, he pried her mouth open and soaked in her essence, until his jaw felt sore, which was when he slowly began releasing her. Stella felt the air leaving her lungs as she slowly stopped resisting and sunk into his embrace. Her eyes looked soulless as she simply let him be. Weston sensed that she had stopped struggling and became gentler with her. The fearsome biting and tugging ritual slowly melted into soft, tender kisses. His violent over burst was reined in, and she felt he was treating her like a precious treasure. Stella remained in his arms as her strength left her body. Tears welle
Stella looked up, her eyes aching with tears. She tried her best to blink them back. “I’m not throwing a tantrum…” A while later, she added, “I wanted to avoid you both…” “Are you deliberately saying that to anger me?” Weston lifted her chin and gradually tightened his grip. “I had no idea you were there.” Stella turned her face away, removing her chin from his fingers. Her evasiveness was clear to him, and he was lost in a daze staring at her petite chin. Stella said, “I didn’t expect you two to be there. Had I known, I would never have gone there…” Weston couldn’t find anything wrong with what she said, but he somehow found her words intolerable. “I met her to fulfill your request. Don’t overthink things.” “I didn’t…” Weston was unable to hold back a second more as he put his arms under her shoulders and hauled her up. He didn’t know which part of her body he touched that made her hiss in pain and furrow her brows. Weston paused for a moment and released his arms.
How sensible was Stella? Even though she had just seen him and Guinevere going on a date, she could still grit her teeth and tolerate his torture. Weston suddenly realized that he didn’t want her to be so sensible anymore. He wanted more. He didn’t just want Stella to stay by his side because of their one-year agreement. He wanted to remove her mask and come into contact with the real her. Stella shut her eyes and buried her face into the cushions, implicitly allowing him to do all he wanted with her. He leaned on her back and looked down at her. This had always been his favorite posture. Though he might have become more respectful of her in terms of sex, where he didn’t just care about releasing himself, his natural dominant side as a man had, in fact, never changed. He loved inning her neck down in dominance, seeing her lose her senses in his arms. She would be overwhelmed by the sensation he gave her, leaving her no room to entertain any other thoughts. He had
Given Weston’s temperament, he’d find a way to make her regret disobeying him if she wouldn’t do it of her own accord. She didn’t want to end up settling this in bed, so she turned around obediently, leaned against the couch, and lifted up her white, long-sleeved shirt. Unlike what Weston did just now, pressing her down and forcefully lifting up her shirt, the feeling was different this time, now that she had taken the initiative. Stella had her back toward him and could not see him swallowing through his constricted throat and his eyes darkening with desire. She was like an obedient lamb, leaning there and allowing someone to have his way with her. However, Weston knew very clearly that she was actually a wolf that hadn’t yet matured. She was pliant and obedient now simply because she wasn’t capable enough. Her eyes were filled with an unwillingness to concede defeat. She gave her all when she loved him, but Weston had no doubts that she would leave him the moment she had
Stella had rarely ever woken up before him.He had always been terrifyingly strong, but their lovemaking last night must have consumed a lot of his energy, leaving him so tired that he was still sound asleep.She stared at him and suddenly felt like doing something naughty. She pinched his nose and held her fingers there, trying to suffocate him. Unsurprisingly, he soon knitted his handsome brows and quickly woke up.He was surprised to see her mesmerizing eyes as soon as he woke up, which made him pause. He then took her hand into his and kissed it again and again.“Are you okay?” he asked with concern, remembering how wildly he ravaged her last night.She had only been willing to be intimate with him because she was under the influence of a drug, yet he had taken advantage of her and had his way with her over and over again last night.Stella did not speak. Seeing her like that made his expressions turn a little colder. He fell silent for a long time before he got up and sl
The moment Stella saw him, she flew into his arms and clambered onto his body. She kissed him again and again, trying to search for his breath so she could explore his body even deeper. All she wanted was to let him extinguish the fire burning inside her.Half an hour had passed, and the effect of the drug on her body was its strongest now.Weston swallowed his saliva. Without any hesitation, he pinned her against the bathroom mirror and kissed her vehemently on her face, her shoulders, then her neck.Stella could not stop herself from letting out loud moans. The sounds she produced only drove Weston wilder. Even the corners of his eyes began to turn red now.Luckily, there was still a thread of reason in his mind. He pushed her away and, while panting heavily, asked her, “Who am I, Stella?”But Stella’s mind was occupied with her primal urges. She ignored his question and grabbed his shirt collar, saying, “Let’s do it…” The sight of her filled Weston with a desire to just give
Weston paused, then simply replied, “Okay.”When he saw her changing into a pair of high heels, he followed her around and asked, “Where are you going?”“Oh, to a private concert.”Then she added, “If you’re going to spend the night here tonight, then please take care of Elias and Emma. But if you have to leave, I’ll ask Roger to come over instead.”“Don’t worry,” he said. “Just go out and enjoy yourself. I’ll be at home and take good care of the kids.”Stella paused suddenly, feeling inexplicably weird about what Weston had just said. It sounded like she was forcing him to stay at home and take care of the kids while she went out to have fun without a care in the world. She turned around to look at Weston, feeling like he was acting like a poor neglected housewife.She shook her head and tried to shake this terrifying thought out of her mind.When they arrived at the concert, Hayden offered his arm to her like a gentleman. They then walked into the private concert together, w
Stella’s words rendered Weston speechless. She was right. He had been the one to agree to let Stella date other people, so he must seem like a fool saying all those things to her.He withdrew his hands and forced himself to calm down a little. “I have no intention to stand in your way,” he told Stella. “I was only worried about Elias and Emma. Since they’re also here, I think you need to take their feelings into consideration.”The children could sense the strained atmosphere between the adults, so they just waited patiently on the couch with Roger, occasionally poking their heads out to look at their parents.Seeing his kids like that, Weston slowly added, “I’m only here to see the kids, so both of you can go ahead with your date.”Stella said nothing and just took Hayden’s hand and left.When they got downstairs, Hayden glanced at her and asked, “Are you sure you want to just leave him like that?”“I don’t know,” Stella massaged the point between her brows. “I’m not sure wh
Hayden Quirk arrived half an hour earlier than Stella did on their first date.“You’re much earlier than I expected,” he joked as Stella walked in.Stella was actually on time, but she still felt a little guilty when she saw him already waiting for her when she arrived.“The traffic is terrible today,” she said.“Don’t worry about it,” Hayden said, handing her the menu. “Mr. Ford expected me to wait for you for at least an hour.”“I seriously don’t know what you guys are up to,” she grumbled, exasperated, “but I hope it will at least be over soon. Just don’t drag it out and cause me any trouble.”She ordered a few dishes, then handed the menu back to him. Hayden took it from her, ordered a few more signature dishes that the restaurant was popular for, then looked at Stella with a faint smile.“Did you think this is all just a joke?” he asked.“What else could it be?”“I am serious about this,” he told her, his voice suddenly turning grave. “Since even Mr. Ford agreed that we s
Weston raised his eyebrows at Ben’s words. “But he’s divorced. He has an ex-wife.”“What’s wrong with having an ex-wife?”Ben found Weston’s comment strange. “This man has good qualities. Upon investigation, he has a very good personality too. He was an active member during college. He also has an amazingly beautiful resume. It’s normal that a man like him has been married before… Besides, hasn’t Ms. Sealey been married before herself? She even has two children.”Weston’s expression turned cold at once. “Are you discriminating against her?”“I’m not.”Weston said, “Or do you think she can only find a divorced man for her second marriage?”Ben panicked. “I wouldn’t dare!”With Weston’s ridiculous amount of nitpicking, they could find no one that would match Stella.Hayden sat beside and quietly reviewed Weston’s latest psychological health report. As he turned the page, he suddenly said, “I’m actually a little interested in Ms. Sealey.”Hayden laughed a little and turned to Wes
Stella opened her eyes and shot Weston a cold look. Then, she turned her head the other way.Weston did not touch her again. He knew she was probably angry with him, so he stayed silent.A few moments later, he reminded her, “Don’t be angry. That man is unreliable.”Stella propped her chin in her palm. “And what does that have to do with you?”Weston pursed his lips, setting his jaw in a tight line. He said, “I’ve promised to stop pestering you. It’ll be a promise. I’m fine with seeing you with another man, but at least find someone who makes me feel at ease.”“Why do I need your approval when I’m just looking for a date?” Stella found his words funny. “You’re just my ex-husband. Don’t you think you care too much?”Weston rubbed his brow, and his voice suddenly went cold. “If you don’t want me to keep pestering you like I just did, maybe you should listen to me.”Stella questioned, “Are you threatening me?”“No. I’m suggesting.”Stella was lost for words. Then, she suddenly
Stella froze for a moment when she heard the voice. When she turned around, she saw that Weston had appeared behind her at some point.Weston stared at the man behind Stella with a cold gaze and an icy aura around him. Weston had always emitted a strong aura around him. Anyone who saw him would immediately be terrified because of his intimidating aura.The man froze for a moment at Weston’s sudden appearance. He took a step back and quickly steadied himself before greeting Weston, “Mr. Ford.”He still had the same calm and gentle look. “I’m sending Miss Cicily back.”“I know. Don’t ever show up in front of her again,” Weston told him. “You don’t have to send her back. Stay away from her.”It would be a little inappropriate for the man to act a fool at Weston’s straightforwardness, so he tugged at his collar and asked Weston with a polite smile, “Mr. Ford, you should give me a reason, shouldn’t you? I’m having a good time with Miss Cicily.”“You’re the one who thinks she’s having
Stella smiled. It seemed like he had come prepared.Stella enjoyed chatting with the man. He was sincere and introduced himself properly as soon as they started chatting.The man was also a pianist and came from a scholarly family. Although not super wealthy, he was doing considerably well in the middle class. Stella would not need to worry about the quality of life with him, but that was about it. She certainly could not live a luxurious life.Stella had a good impression of him. She also talked to him a little more about piano music.Stella twirled her hair and smiled. She told him with a nice voice, “I’m sure Roger has already told you about my situation.”“I know.”The man looked at her gently and set the coffee in front of her. He said to her, “I’m very interested in you. I think we’re very suitable for each other. Our living standards nowadays have improved quite a bit. Not many look for a partner purely because of material qualities. People with emotional needs will search