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 felt a pinch in her chin and knew he was angry. She refused to look at him, her expression hard and stubborn. A moment later, Weston sighed, “Stella, what exactly do you want?” Stella said, “I just don’t want further trouble.” “I’ll solve all of your troubles,” his eyes turned dark, “But I hope you know what I want.” The only thing he yearned for was for things to return to the past. Stella looked straight into his eyes, “I was your wife back then. Who am I to you now? I can’t behave confidently in the way you want me to in front of other people. I still want my dignity.” “I’ve already said I can give you everything you want aside from status.” “I don’t care for status!” Stella yelled. The next moment, she saw Weston’s face change. … The apartment felt empty. Stella sat at the bedside and stared dazedly at the key in her hand. She and Weston parted ways acrimoniously again just now. He left the key with her and said he had transferred the apartment unde
“All right, I got it. You’re so naggy.” Stella cut him off and flung the coat on him. “Remember to bring along more clothes. I heard that it’s very cold there. Call me often, don’t keep thinking that overseas calls are expensive.” “I got it.” Before the atmosphere became too depressing, Stella wiped the corner of her eyes and said, “Riley is still waiting outside. Don’t be late now.” Unlike Roger, who had been sheltered all his life and never went overseas, Riley’s family was very open-minded and pretty well-off. She had gone on solo overseas trips many times, and it was obvious that she grew up in a very positive family environment. She was a confident, bright girl, and Stella felt relieved at having Riley accompany Roger on his overseas studies. Upon hearing the commotion in the room, Riley stood up from the couch she was sitting on. “Ready?” she asked. She saw Roger’s reddened eyes and felt a pinch in her heart. “Isn’t it just going overseas? Don’t worry, I’ll take good
Stella was immersed in her memories when the sound of footsteps came from outside the door. She immediately lifted her head and asked, “Who’s there?” Stella furrowed her brows and walked over cautiously. “Is it Roger? Did you forget something?” She glanced at the clock and noted that it was past the boarding time of their flight. It couldn’t possibly be Roger and Riley. Who could it be, then? They weren’t familiar with the neighbors, and Roger didn’t tell her of any expected deliveries. She held her breath and wondered if it could be Michael outside the door, someone she had been worried about and thinking of over the past few days. During this period before Roger went overseas, she had been on tenterhooks, worried that Michael would find her out and expose her true identity. There was suddenly no more movement outside. Stella didn’t say anything further and simply stood there. A moment later, she heard a familiar low voice of a man. “It’s me.” Stella heaved a sig
She was being honest, and Weston could tell. He placed his hand on her back and caressed her hair. It wasn’t exactly necessary for them to have sex. Simply holding her in his embrace like this had the same effect on him. Weston lowered his head and kissed her hair. “Did you send him off at the airport?” “No, I didn’t,” Stella shook her head. “I was afraid that if I were to do that, he might not be able to leave. For all we know, I might leave with him in a moment’s rashness…” She was joking, but she suddenly felt a sharp pain on her scalp and was forced to lift her head to look into his deep, dark eyes. The warm, affectionate atmosphere faded, leaving behind the precursor of a fearsome storm. “Even if you wanted to leave, you wouldn’t be able to.” He really didn’t like how Stella always talked about leaving. “Even if you were to leave with him on the plane in a moment of rashness, I will have a way to bring both of you back.” Stella’s heart sank, bit by bit. She knew th
Stella couldn’t be bothered about him. She leaned into his embrace, slightly more alert than before. She unlocked her phone to check out the latest flight timings. Roger’s flight was scheduled to land in around half an hour. She locked her phone and laid back down on the couch. Weston lowered his head and kissed her hair. “Don’t worry. I’ve assigned people to watch over him. Nothing will happen to him.” Stella gradually clenched her fists tight. “You just need to make sure his flight lands safely. There’s no need to keep watching him.” Weston’s eyes suddenly opened as he glanced at her. His pitch-black eyes still looked sleepy, and it softened his usual aggressive aura, though it was still keen and sharp as usual, incisively seeing through her thoughts. “Are you worried that I’ll do something to him?” Stella pursed her lips, remaining silent. Weston toyed with a lock of her hair, his tone mild and unfathomable. “I’m not particularly interested in him; I merely saw h
“If I don’t head over earlier to prepare, other people might see these marks. How will I explain myself then?” “There’s no need to explain yourself to anyone,” Weston found a hairdryer and switched it on. A gust of warm air blew out of it as he combed his fingers through her wet hair. Stella could only stand in front of him obediently, letting him have his way with her. After he was finally done drying her hair, she grabbed her bag and was ready to charge out of the apartment. Weston stood at the door and pressed her shoulders down. “You really don’t need me to send you there?” “No need, just the driver will do.” Stella hurriedly changed into a pair of shoes. Weston carried her up, crouched down, and sat her on one of his knees. He used his other hand to put a show on her feet. “So clumsy.” Stella’s feet were hauled off the ground, and she found herself sitting on his thigh the next moment. Their body sizes stood in stark contrast. Her whole body was securely nestled
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