Weston froze for a moment. He got up, bent his knees, and looked down at the long scar around her
waist.
“Does it hurt?”
His calloused slender fingers ran through her skin and the scar.
She closed her eyes. She didn’t know if it was the medication, but she felt an uncontrollable itch and
twisted her head to the other side.
“Not anymore. It stopped hurting a long time ago.” Weston did not believe her words and kissed her
scar reverently.
She disliked the way he worshipped her like some treasure; as though he loved her so much.
Deep down inside, she knew he was the most heartless man one could ever meet. Her body heated up
but her heart remained cold.
The body, however, yearned for him uncontrollably.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck
Surprised by her action, he looked down at her and suddenly noticed that her face had an unnatural
redness.
He frowned and asked in concern, “Feeling unwell?”
She shook her head, unable to speak. When she opened her mouth, she could feel her warm breath.
After a while, she got up again and hugged his neck. Feeling that there was something different about
her today, his eyes slowly deepened. He stared at the woman on the sofa and brushed her hair away
from her face, revealing her small face in its entirety. “Stella, do you really want it?”
She shook her head. Her eyes were red and she seemed to be feeling guilty.
Hence, he sensed that something was wrong. “What’s wrong with you? Tell me.”
He stood up immediately and pulled her into a sitting position. With hands on her shoulder, he made
her look into his eyes.
But she was unwilling to open them.
She put one hand on his shoulder, while the other tugged the belt around his waist.
He became increasingly aware that something was wrong.
She looked like she was drugged.
“What’s wrong with you? Tell me.”
She took a deep breath and croaked ‘I am thirsty’ in a raspy voice. She seemed to regain her sobriety
and looked straight at him.
This drug was mainly for treatment, and as long as she did not get into that state, she could control
herself well.
She was only using this drug to stop herself from rejecting his touch. When he stopped, she could
easily regain consciousnes.
Weston was relieved when he saw the redness in her eyes dissipate. He touched her face and said,
“Wait. I’ll get you some water.”
And he got up and left.
Staring at the tall figure, she closed her eyes and let out a breath. She suddenly hated herself a little:
The man came back shortly and sat on the sofa. He let her lie in his arms and fed her some water. She
took a sip from the glass he handed over. The man was still in his suit when she was only wearing her
pajamas. When they leaned against each other, the warmth in her body had not subsided and
transferred to him through the thin fabric. His Adam’s apple rolled up and down. He never deprived
himself of that when he was with her., He had only stopped because he was worried that something
might be wrong with her. Now that she was alright, he naturally wouldn’t hide his desire. After putting
down the glass, he hugged her from the back and kissed her neck Taking her hand, be interlocked his
fingers with hers.
“Stella, you still have me.” The child would not come back but he would always be with her.
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