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 that Weston was capable of doing what he
claimed. Sending Roger overseas like this was her limit.
She shut her eyes and leaned into his embrace. “I know, I won’t leave. You’re here. I won’t go
anywhere else.”
She spoke honeyed words against her conscience and felt his body stiffen up.
Stella didn’t know if he believed her or not. She hugged him tightly.
Weston looked down at the woman in his arms. He knew clearly how genuine her words were.
Yet, he never wanted to expose her.
He rested his chin on her head and rubbed gently against it. He sighed deeply. “Why do you always
have a way with me.”
She seemed to always use this trick against him.
“Remember your words,” Weston released her and lifted her chin, making her look straight into his
eyes. He said emphatically , “I’m here. You won’t be going anywhere else.”
That afternoon was one of their wildest.
In the dusk of the evening, the setting sun shone into their apartment which was in an utter mess.
Stella had no idea how many times she fainted. She was in
and out of her consciousness; everything only ended when she ran out of energy. The air of intimacy
was still strong in the room when she finally opened her eyes from a deep sleep. The first thing she
saw was the ceiling above her.
She blinked, her eyes feeling rather dry and her throat tight and constricted as if she swallowed
sandpaper.
As she lay on the couch, her body dotted with bites and love marks was covered merely by a thin
blanket.
Stella looked down and took a glance, her temples throbbing. Her first thought was that it would take
her ages to put on makeup this time, and she would be at a loss as to what to say if others were to
ask.
There wasn’t much space on the narrow couch. The moment she moved, the man hugging her to sleep
was also awoken.
He didn’t open his eyes but instinctively reached out to pull her back into his embrace. “Sleep a while
longer.”
Stella reached for her phone on the coffee table and looked at the time. “It’s almost 6…”
Her voice was hoarse, as expected.
What else could it be, after an entire afternoon of wild activity with no rest in between?
Weston naturally knew what happened to her voice, and the corners of his mouth lifted wickedly. His
hand rested on the back of her neck as he gently pulled her down on his chest. “We don’t have
anything on tomorrow. Sleep with me a while longer.”
Stella struggled against his hold. “You don’t have anything on, but I still need to go for filming tomorrow
afternoon.” “Don’t panic. I’ll send you there.”
“I don’t want that,” Stella rejected him directly.
He looked up at her and patiently combed his fingers through her hair. “You do.”
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