She didn’t say a word, but her breathing was heavy.
Weston raised his hand, tucked the little hair beside her cheek behind her ear, and then kissed the tip
of her nose. “Don’t look at me like that.”
Hence, Stella closed her eyes obediently. “Is this all right, then?”
She was so obedient that there was no way he could be cold to her.
He pressed his forehead on hers and chuckled lightly.” Why are you so smart?”
As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed her again without giving her the chance to react.
It was a little cold outside, and the cold breeze drifted in the pavilion.
The weather was chilly because it was spring.
Stella felt his changes. She knew what would happen next, and she was a little nervous.
He was still biting on her lips as he asked her in a hoarse voice, “Can we?”
She shut her eyes, knowing what he was asking about. She took a deep breath and nodded nervously.
“Let’s go back to the bedroom first… okay?”
After speaking, she buried her head in his neck, looking shy.
Weston cocked his head to the side, feeling a burst of warmth on his cheek while he chuckled. “Are you
shy?”
She didn’t respond but instead took a bite on his neck.
He wasn’t angry and lifted her instantly, holding her bottom with one hand. “Hold on to me tighter.”
He couldn’t see her face, so he didn’t realize that her expression didn’t match her actions.
She should be shyly leaning against his neck and snuggling into his arms, like how he had imagined
she would be.
But Stella’s eyes were clear.
There was even a bit of extraordinary calmness.
The two went into the bedroom.
She felt him peck the side of her ear when she was laid down on the bed.
He used a little strength to avenge the bite earlier but restrained himself because he didn’t want her to
hurt.
Stella heard a clear male voice whispering in her ear,” Help me unbuckle it.”
Following his movements , she sat up, put her hands on his waist, and unbuckled his belt.
She had always been so well-behaved, especially regarding this kind of thing.
Although she was shy at times and unwilling to make a move, she was highly obedient.
Weston caressed her head, and his fingers suddenly tightened on her hair as he pressed her down.
There was a flash of rejection in Stella’s eyes, but she still held back and lowered her head.
She was so submissive that he suddenly lifted her chin and looked straight into her eyes. “Do you feel
forced?”
She shook her head. “No.”
She looked at the man’s unchanged expression, and her eyes flashed. Perhaps he didn’t want that
answer. Then, she turned her head to the other side and said, “It doesn’t
matter, because I have to do it…”
She seemed to be throwing a tantrum.
Weston released his grip and kissed her on the tip of her nose. “If you don’t like it, don’t do it.”
“Really?” Stella raised her head and looked at him with hazy eyes.
Her look of feeling wronged but was still forced to be obedient softened his heart. “When have I forced
you?”
“You’ve never forced me, but you’ve always threatened me.”
She sniffed. The tip of her nose was red, and she looked like a little squirrel that had suffered so much
grievances.
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