The richest man in Hovendale, Stanley Hawk, had been in a vegetative state for three years. His wife, Wendy Crone, took care of him during that time. After he awakened, Wendy caught him cheating through a message on his phone. It turned out his first love had returned to the country. His friends, who once looked down on her, were now poking fun at her. “The swan has returned; it’s time to kick that ugly duckling to the curb.” It was then that Wendy realized Stanley never loved her. She was nothing but a joke to him. One night, Stanley received the divorce papers from Wendy. Her reason for wanting to get a divorce was due to his failing potency. Stanley went to confront her with a gloomy expression on his face, only to find that she had transformed into a gorgeous doctor in a long dress that glistened under the dazzling lights. Seeing him approach, Wendy smiled gracefully and asked, “Stanley, are you here for an andrology consultation?”
Lihat lebih banyakStanley gazed down at the woman in his arms, the corners of his narrow eyes lifting slightly. "We lived under one roof before. I think that justifies me calling you my sister."The shamelessness!Wendy raised her foot to kick him.In one smooth motion, Stanley flipped her beneath him. "Care for round two?"The fire dancing in his eyes told her he wasn't joking. The man's stamina was downright terrifying."Wendy," he murmured, trailing a finger down her cheek. "We've never made love in the morning."Heat exploded across Wendy's delicate face. This lunatic!She shoved him off with all her strength and scrambled out of bed.Stanley merely smirked, watching her retreat.-Stanley and Wendy went to check on Benny. After examining his leg injury, Wendy nodded approvingly at the positive progress. He had made it through the critical night."You'll keep this leg," she announced.Benny glared at her. "Well, don't expect any thanks.""Hah, as if your gratitude would make me immortal
Wendy reminded Stanley that they were divorced now.Stanley hadn't forgotten, but his hands remained steady. "You're running a fever. I'm just trying to warm you up."Wendy scoffed. "Warming me up doesn't require this. Is this how you warm up other women too?""Other women don't grab my collar and rip my buttons off like you do. You started this."Her gaze flickered to his shirt—one button already missing, clearly her doing.Wendy shoved against his chest. "Get off me!"Stanley pinned her squirming hands against the mattress and kissed her cheek before she could protest further.He wasn't stopping.Wendy thrashed beneath him. "Stanley, we're divorced! If you're that desperate, go find Jessica! Though with your habit of juggling multiple women, you'd better get tested regularly—wouldn't want to catch something nasty."Stanley laughed, though enraged. That sharp, familiar wit of hers hadn't changed at all.He gripped her chin. "I've never touched Jessica."What? He'd never tou
Stanley felt her small hands wandering over his body, her movements frantic with need. In her haste, she tore one of his buttons clean off.His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his larger hand closing over hers to still her. "Wendy, slow down. I don't have spare clothes here."If his shirt got ruined, he'd have nothing else to wear.But Wendy wasn't cooperating. All she wanted was warmth—more of it, as much as she could get. She slipped her hand free from his grip and buried her face against his neck with a whimper. "I'm so cold…"Her voice, weakened by illness, came out in a breathy whine, almost childishly sweet.Not that Stanley needed reminding—even when she wasn't sick, she knew exactly how to melt into him, all soft sighs and pleading whispers in bed.She had always been a little temptress.It had been a long time since he had last tasted it due to their divorce.Stanley clenched his jaw, fighting the urge—and lost. His fingers found the buttons of her blouse,
Stanley glanced at Benny. "You should rest now. We'll talk about everything tomorrow."Both Wendy and Benny needed to recuperate tonight. They would deal with leaving the village later.With Stanley there, Benny felt reassured. He nodded. "Okay."Stanley carefully picked Wendy up and carried her out. Fiona had been standing outside, and she stepped forward. "Is she going to be alright?""She has a high fever," Stanley replied. "Could you arrange a room for us?"Seeing Stanley's distinguished, handsome face, Fiona couldn't resist. As the daughter of the village chief, she immediately used her position to arrange a clean little room for Stanley.Stanley laid Wendy down on the bed. She was ice-cold to the touch, her forehead damp with cold sweat. Her soft, baby-fine bangs clung to her pale, delicate face, making her look heartbreakingly fragile.Stanley reached out and gently pushed her bangs aside."Stan." Fiona's voice broke the silence.Stanley remembered that there was still
Fiona glanced at Zayn and the others, then turned to Stanley. "Our village doesn't allow outsiders, so these people can't come in. But I can sneak you inside."Zayn quickly interjected, "Mr. Hawk, it might be dangerous for you to go in alone."Stanley raised an eyebrow. "Dangerous? What do you mean?"Zayn lowered his voice. "Fiona is interested in you. Be careful; she might try to trap you as her husband."Stanley shot Zayn a cold look, and the latter immediately fell silent.Stanley gave his instructions. "You all stay here and rest. I'll contact you when I need you."Zayn nodded. "Understood."Stanley turned back to Fiona. "I'll go with you. Thanks for helping me.""Let's go."Fiona led Stanley into the village. As they walked side by side, Fiona's heart fluttered. "What's your name?""Stanley.""Can I call you Stan?"Stanley hesitated. "If you'd like.""What do you do for a living?""I run a company.""I see. Why aren't you married yet? What kind of girl do you like?"
Stanley, along with Zayn and their team, entered Jetmore. As they made their way through, Stanley spotted a group of villagers and immediately approached them. "Excuse me, could you tell me if two people came into your village today?"The villagers eyed him warily. "Who are you? What brings you here?"Stanley was straightforward. "We're here looking for someone."The villagers quickly waved him off. "No one's come into our village! We don't welcome outsiders. You should leave."A couple of the villagers began to usher Stanley away.Zayn opened his mouth to speak, but Stanley raised a hand to stop him. "Alright, then. We'll leave. Thank you for your time."Stanley turned and began to walk away.Zayn, confused, frowned. "Mr. Hawk, why are we leaving? I have a feeling Ms. Wendy and Benny are here!"Stanley's gaze turned sharp and cold, his eyes piercing like a hawk's. "It's not just a feeling, Zayn. I'm certain they're here.""Then why are we leaving?""Didn't you see? Those v
Wendy trembled in Benny's arms.Benny tightened his embrace, trying to offer comfort. "It'll be over soon. Hang in there."-Wendy had disappeared, and Stanley had sent more people to search for her.It wasn't long before Zayn brought in some surveillance footage. "Mr. Hawk, we found them. They boarded a yacht together."Stanley watched the footage, seeing Benny board the yacht, with Wendy already on it.His handsome face darkened, his expression grim. "Why did Benny suddenly come to Feirwale?"No one knew why Benny had come."Mr. Hawk, I think Benny came because of Ms. Wendy," Zayn said carefully."Did they find the yacht?" Stanley asked sharply."We've sent people to the sea. The yacht exploded."Stanley immediately stood up. "What did you say? Exploded?"Zayn nodded. "Yes. The yacht was loaded with explosives."Just then, Jessica walked over. "Benny must've planted those bombs! He wanted to kill Wendy. I knew Benny hated her, but I didn't realize he hated her that muc
Benny had been in relationships with many girls before; he had held them and shared much more intimate moments with them. But when he suddenly held Wendy in his arms, his heart raced in a way that felt completely unfamiliar.He didn't have time to think about it now, though. He quickly shook Wendy's shoulders. "Wendy, are you okay?"That was when he realized her forehead was burning with fever, and her whole body was too warm. She had a high fever.It was just like the saying: When it rains, it pours. It was just one bad news after another.Wendy slowly opened her eyes and stood up. "I'm fine.""You're not fine! You've got a fever. Can you even walk? Let me carry you back," Benny insisted.Wendy glanced at Benny's injured leg. "Can you even carry me with that leg?"Benny fell silent. He felt insulted. How could he not even carry a girl who probably weighed less than 90 pounds?Seeing him momentarily humbled, Wendy smiled and headed back into the room. Benny followed her.W
"I think I saw some herbs outside. I'll go gather some. You should rest here," Wendy said as she packed up the medical kit and headed out.She had scoped out the area when she arrived. There were herbs she could collect that might help her with her plan—something to make Alec forget what had happened.Wendy crouched down to pick the herbs, but she heard footsteps approaching from behind. She turned to find Benny following her.Benny had come after her.Wendy was surprised. "Why are you following me? You've lost a lot of blood. Go rest."Benny stood tall, looking down at Wendy's delicate face. Even in the plain clothes of a village woman, her beauty was undeniable. "I'll stay with you. I'm afraid there might be another Alec."Wendy's lips curled into a genuine smile. "I'm divorced from Stanley now. Even if something happens with another man, it won't be cheating. You don't need to follow me."Benny pressed his lips together. "It's not about Stanley."Wendy glanced at him, studyi
One day, Wendy discovered that her husband Stanley was having an affair.He had been seeing a college student.It was Stanley's birthday. Wendy had prepared a table full of dishes early in the day. Just then, she heard a notification from his phone.Ding!He had left his phone at home. Wendy switched it on and saw a text from the college student.[I hurt myself when I was carrying the cake. It hurts so much.]Attached was a selfie—not of the sender's face, but of her legs. The girl in the photo wore pulled-up white socks, black leather shoes, and a blue-and-white skirt that had been pushed up to reveal her long, slender legs. Her pale knees were visibly reddened from the bump. The youthful, vibrant image of her body paired with coquettish words exuded a forbidden allure.People often say successful businessmen like Stanley favored this type of woman when choosing mistresses.Wendy clutched the phone tightly, her fingers turning white from the pressure.Ding!Another text ca...
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