“Mmph…”
He kissed her with the passion of a thousand burning suns.
Stella opened her eyes and stared down at his that were closed. When she looked down, she could
see how he was meticulously kissing her.
As if everything was unimportant, kissing her seemed the
She wanted to push his shoulders away, but he held her hands that rested on his shoulders with one
hand and put them above her head.
His kiss moved away from her lips but did not leave her skin as they worked their way down her chin.
Seeing that things were about to get out of hand, she suddenly tightened her grip on his shoulders and
pushed him away. “I’m a little tired…”
The man looked at her in dissatisfaction . He was always a little colder than usual when he was
interrupted. “Weren’t you very energetic when you were concerned about Roger ?”
His husky voice that so clearly voiced his dissatisfaction rang in her ears,
She was stunned, thinking how unreasonable he was at that
moment. “Of course, I would be concerned if he was hurt in that situation…”
“I’m hurt too,” interrupted Weston.
He pulled her hands and put them on his face. “Why haven’t I heard a single word from you asking
about me?” –
She was unsure of his attitude just now, but now, it had dawned upon her-he was asking for her
attention.
Stella was speechless for a moment and simply looked at him, reminded of the year they were married.
She would walk on eggshells around Weston no matter what he was doing.
Even if it was just a mild cold, she would be on edge and kept observing the changes in his body. She
would ask him if he felt uncomfortable when he knitted his brows.
Every move he made swayed her heart.
Weston was injured when he shielded her and confronted many people in the bar. But Stella’s mind
was all about how Roger was doing now, not even caring about him.
Worse, she was now worried about whether he would kill that red-haired man.
“Are you accusing me now?” she asked, speaking her mind.
The man froze for a moment. “I am only warning you.”
He tightened his embrace.
Knowing she had hit the nail, she began seriously examining the man.
“You like me, don’t you?”
Stella always thought she was merely his pet, but he now seemed to be showing signs that he might
have fallen for her.
How ironic.
When she gave him all of his heart and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, Weston scorned
her-he lied, deceived her, and turned her into a wedge between him and Guinevere.
When the kidnapper made him choose between the two, he abandoned her without hesitation and left
her to face death alone.
He was such a cold blooded man, but when he finally fell in love with her, her heart was already like
dead ashes.
The man’s body stiffened for a second but relaxed soon after. He ruffled her hair and looked into her
eyes. “I won’t sleep with someone I hate.” 1
She laughed suddenly. She was laughing, but her eyes were not, and so were her lips. It did not show
much of an arc more like mockery or self-deprecation.
He held her waist. “What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing.” Stella looked at him and felt that it was just funny.
“Apparently, those words are true,” she said, her tone light.“ A man clearly distinguishes between like
and dislike, and he can be very casual with what he likes…”
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