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Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1381
Stella walked to the cage and took the key to unlock them for him. “You really are a troublesome man. Are all these chains necessary? One should be more than sufficient. I don’t think you can break free from such a big one.”
Weston did not say anything, while Stella only mumbled to herself.
“Do you know what will happen next?” he reminded her out of the blue.
She paused for a moment, but then she still unlocked the shackles from him and said to him, “I told you, I believe you won’t hurt me. Since I chose to stay, that means I chose to trust you.”
His eyes suddenly became red, and he looked sideways.
She sighed. After unchaining him, she helped him stand up.
The two sat down on the edge of the bed. Weston had cleaned up his wounds earlier and did not smell so strong of blood anymore.
She said, “Do you sleep inside or outside?”
He did not expect that she would ask him such a question one day as if they were a normal couple.
After a while, he answered with a hoarse voice. “Whichever is fine.”
“Then you sleep inside.”
She continued, “I’m worried you might roll off at night.”
But he simply sat there motionlessly and looked at her without the slightest intention of moving.
She frowned. “Do you want me to put you to bed?”
He shook his head. “You sleep on the inside.”
His message was very obvious. He was afraid that she might escape in the middle of the night when he was asleep.
If she slept inside, he would be able to detect it.
Stella pinched her glabella helplessly. “You win.”
She had no choice but to lie down on the side near the wall.
Weston then lay down beside her. The moment she lay down, he pulled her into his arms.
She had no time to react before she was snug in the man’s grasp.
Smelling his scent, she patted his chest. “Don’t hold me too tight. I’m a little suffocated.”
Weston loosened his grip slightly, allowing her to find a comfortable position.
She rested on his arm and looked at him. “Is this okay? Will your hands go numb?”
He shook his head. “No.”
His thin lips pressed against her forehead, brushing her skin as he spoke, and his warm breath fanning her ear.
She closed her eyes, forcing herself to ignore the dominating scent of the man.
It did not take long before she felt someone kissing her.
She tried to pretend that she did not know, but the kisses became more and more noticeable and excessive.
He went down her forehead and started again to the tip of her nose before stopping at her lips, going deeper and deeper, little by little, and with a little tentativeness.
Stella was kissed by him enough. Her breathing was a little short, and she could only warn him. “Sleep properly!”
Weston, however, did not listen to her. He suddenly clasped her wrist and placed her beneath his body, and started kissing her neck.
She opened her eyes. Staring into his deep eyes, she said expressionlessly, “What do you want?”
His silence ensued, and he simply continued kissing her neck, leaving faint marks on her skin.
Her chest continued to rise and fall. Sensing his intentions, she said to him coldly and stiffly, “Don’t get ahead of yourself.
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Hearing her words, Weston’s body froze.
He kissed the tip of her nose carefully. It was so lightly and lovingly, as if fearing his touch would shatter her.
She looked fixedly into his eyes and said, “Can you tell me what you mean by this?”
Weston did not speak.
She knew exactly what he was thinking, but she had to ask. She had to force him to say it.
When did she become so bad?
Although he was on top of her, hugging her intimately, he did not dare to exert force on his hands. Thus, he could only brace himself so she’d closely stick to his body.
She could feel his repression but still recklessly told him, “If I don’t offer consent, you can’t do anything to me.”
His throat rolled up and down, and cold sweat dripped down her cheek.
It took a long time before he let out a “hmm.”
He did not do anything to her. He simply ran his hand back and forth her waist provocatively, and then kissed her neck little by little, and then moving downward…
And finally, all the way down.
Stella grabbed his hair incredulously. “What do you want…”
He did not speak and simply responded vaguely. His tongue had arrived at her navel.
She instantly curled her toes, and her beautiful toenails, painted with a nice shade of pink lacquer, scratched the bedsheet.
He grabbed the back of her foot in a flash and rubbed it inside his palm, rubbing his fingers somewhat hotly over hers.
Almost instantly, she was jolted by a small electric current that ran through her body.
She just lay there, looking at the ceiling, a little uncomfortable.
But she no longer had the strength to push him away.
Perhaps this reaction gave him some confidence, and he suddenly raised his head and wiped the fluid off the corner of his mouth.
“It’s sweet,” he croaked.
Stella blushed immediately and wanted to kick him away.
But the moment her feet were on his shoulders, he leaned forward.
He delicately traced her face, the face he had worshipped countless times in his dreams.
Holding her, his body had reached a certain point that he was about to strike, but he was bitterly repressing it.
“Can I? Can I…”
He asked over and over again in her ear. His sound was hoarse and painful. As his lips were rubbing the back of her ear, he asked again with a low voice, “It’s really painful, Stella. Can you give it to me?”
She really thought he was simply unbelievable, but she did not expect such an expression to appear on this man’s face once she looked up. He actually looked pitiful.
She closed her eyes and did not answer.
She turned her head to the other side, not refusing or objecting.
But it was such a moment that the patient man who had been holding back suddenly poured out.
He hugged her tightly and kissed her lip almost aggressively, as if he wanted to devour her.
She frowned, grunted twice, and slapped his shoulders hard.
Nonetheless, he was so much stronger than her that her lips hurt from the kiss.
But once she expressed her dissatisfaction, he became gentle at once and pecked her face softly.
Soon, she quietened down.
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He became unusually gentle as though attempting to overwhelm her within the whirlpool he had created.
Then things got a little out of control.
Stella only knew that she was crying and screaming in the latter part of the night, yet Weston showed no mercy.
The gentleness earlier seemed to be a pretense to the true nature that he was displaying.
The rumbling inside the room continued almost until the early morning before it slowed down.
But not long after, in the morning, the torture of tossing and turning happened again. She was unable to make a sound by the end, her throat was dry and itchy, and she was wet, not knowing whether it was sweat or something else.
She slept until the next afternoon before showing signs of waking up.
But when she opened her eyes, a wave of fatigue immediately swept over her, and went back to sleep.
Weston woke up before her and lay beside her, tracing her face softly.
His love–filled fingers touched her skin, inching southward little by little.
But he was a little worried, afraid of what she would think of him when she woke up.
He really did not hold back last night. So many years of loneliness… he did not know how many days and nights he had endured, but everything was let out in one night.
Naturally, her body was in no shape to receive such an onslaught.
When he got up, he made some noise. Stella only frowned a little, turned over, and went back to sleep.
Weston got up gently without disturbing her.
After getting dressed, he looked back at her and gave her a kiss on the forehead before getting up and working on a side table.
He had been restraining his desire for her for almost all of this time, and when he calmed down, he would attend to the affairs of the company.
His accumulated experience and ability had long been able to allow him to handle Ford Corporation with ease, but he had still fallen behind on a lot of work.
He lowered his head, looked at the documents in his hands, and glanced at her sleeping face, and only then did he feel the empty place in his heart filled.
It took a few hours before Stella woke up.
It was almost dinner, and her body felt like it had been dismantled and reassembled. She was so tired that she felt completely listless, and when she opened her eyes, she was even a little confused about where she was.
The space here was unfamiliar, it took a while to come back to what happened last night…
The next second, she saw the man coming to her. “Did you rest well?”
She flinched at his voice, thinking back to the scene last night, and it instinctively repulsed her.
When he saw her reaction, his eyes turned gloomy, and he did not dare to go near her.
He sat at the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry. I got a little carried away last night.”
“Wasn’t that way over the limits?”
She lost her temper and shouted at him, “You are worse than a beast!”
Her voice was hoarse, a clear result of the unceasing moans throughout the entire night.
She touched her neck, inexplicably feeling a little embarrassed, not daring to look him in the eyes.
But her evasive look caught the man’s eyes, and he thought that she did not want to see him anymore.
So he looked down and said in a soft voice. “I’m sorry.”
He suddenly pulled her hands and put them on his face. “If you are angry, you can hit me or curse at me.”
The natural aura of superiority made him seem not at all humble when he said such things but oppressive.
She jerked her hand back and looked at him, somewhat puzzled. “Why am I even hitting you?”
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Last night, Weston had indeed gone a little out of control and was way too forceful.
But Stella knew in her heart that she was the one who allowed it somehow.
If she showed a strong sense of resistance, with his strong self–control, he would not have forced her.
She had to admit that little bit of thought herself.
Maybe her heart really softened seeing him like that.
Seeing her look calm as usual, not scolding him, nor turning away in anger, Weston was a bit confused about her mood and remained cautious.
Stella felt puzzled seeing him sitting motionless and gave him a look. “What are you looking at me like that for? Do I have something on my face?”
She wanted to raise her hand to touch her face, only to find her arms too sore to lift themselves. She inhaled sharply and could not help but glare at him. “It’s all your fault!”
When seeing her start to blame him, he then let out a sigh of relief and said to her in a suppressed voice, “I’m sorry.”
She looked at his sudden relief and felt more and more strange about him.
Could it be that he had that kind of tendency now, that he would only feel at ease when she scolded him?
Stella shuddered at the thought of this.
She wanted to get dressed, but the incessant soreness in her body strongly suggested otherwise.
Helpless, she could only look at Weston. “What are you doing? Help me get dressed!”
His throat rolled up and down, and he walked to her.
She sensed something wrong in his eyes and immediately warned him, “Last night was already too much. You better not do anything more to me!”
His eyes changed, and he smiled. “I know. I’ve had medicine sent over. I shouldn’t be so impulsive for a week.”
He just said that he would not be so impulsive but did not promise not to do it again.
This man was now so shamelessly superficial that he did not even pretend.
Stella said, “Like you’re going to do anything else to me a week from now…”
He pursed the corners of his lips without saying anything and put his hands directly through her arms, and lifted her up.
Stella then leaned on his arms and let Weston dress her.
His movements were careful, like he was treating some fragile treasure.
She looked at the side of his face and shook her head.
She knew that things were weird between the two of them these days, but there did not seem to be much else she could do about it at the moment.
After dressing her, he picked her up in his arms.
Only when they were out of the room did Stella feel the harsh light outside.
“This house is too dark.”
She said to him, “Don’t you ever come here again.”
He paused in his steps for a moment, then nodded.
He would do whatever she asked.
He carried her to the car, and Stella looked at his arm, “Aren’t you still injured? Will the wound reopen?”
He shook his head. “No.”
He continued, “You are very light.”
After that, he got into the car. Stella noticed that he seemed to be obsessed with physical contact with her now.
Wherever he was, he had to be close to her. He was so clingy that it was beginning to get a little disconcerting.
She rubbed her glabella in exasperation. “Don’t worry. I am not a kid. I won’t run away from you.”
Weston did not say anything. Although he looked bland, he, in fact, stayed as close as he could to her and didn’t let her off in the slightest bit.
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Stella sighed and let him go.
A few moments later, she saw a mall up ahead and said to Weston. “By the way, Elias and Emma seem to have grown a little bit. I want to buy some clothes for them.”
He nodded and asked the chauffeur to stop the car.
She walked out of the car, and Weston walked to the front and subconsciously reached out to hug her.
She glared at him. “There are so many people on the street. What would they think of us?”
He frowned. “What does it matter to me what people think?”
Stella was speechless.
She ignored his words and only put her hand on his arm to stand up with his support, but her legs gave way, and she nearly fell.
Weston reacted quickly and helped her up. Stella stood firmly and an ambiguous fire burned in her heart. “You look like a man who has never had sex in his life…
She was clearly scolding him, but he did not feel any dissatisfaction when he heard her. There was in fact a trace of a smile in his eyes instead.
She looked at his smiling face and glared at him. “Look at your playful face. You are not ashamed but proud!”
He took her hand and held her up. “Lean on me and walk, so you won’t get tired.”
She did not say anything in the end and followed him into the shopping mall.
He followed her around, swiping his card for whatever she bought.
She gave him a look without saying anything.
She glanced at him quietly.
He suddenly realized something and his expression slowly faded.
He remembered that she had previously made it clear to him that she would not take his money no matter what.
He wanted to give her his company, to which she outright refused.
He was worried that she would not want him to come and swipe the card for her.
So when she showed him a set of jewelry, he did not hand over the card first.
She felt strange and gave him a look.
He then looked at her tenderly. “What’s wrong?”
She did not say anything and pursed the corners of her lips a little, feeling odd.
He was quite willing when paying for Elias and Emma’s things, but when it was her turn, he just looked like he did not know what was going on.
Was it possible that he did it on purpose?
Or was he trying to draw a line with her and just be Elias and Emma’s father?
She came to her senses in a flash.
She should not have any expectations of him. She slept with him last night just because she found him pitiful. Moreover, she was also a young woman with her own needs. Weston was handsome and well–built, except for his needs which were too much for her, his stamina and other aspects were excellent, and she was not losing
out.
Thinking of this, her face became slightly indifferent. “Nothing.”
Then, she took out her card and handed it to the cashier.
He reacted at once, held her hand, and took her card back. “Are you blaming me for not paying for you?”
His voice was tentative, and he watched Stella’s reaction nervously.
She frowned. “Why should I ask you to pay for me? Am I unable to earn on my own?”
After saying that, she took her card back and handed it to the cashier, telling her directly that she wanted to swipe it.
The curve of his lips stiffened a bit, and he did not say anything. His eyes darkened a
tint.
She did not know what he was up to. Everything seemed wrong with this man from just now.
It seemed that he wanted to do something to her, but he was afraid that she would be disgusted, and it made him skittish.
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Weston hesitated. He seemed to want to say something but did not.
Stella looked at him somewhat helplessly. “If you want to say something, just say it. Don’t hold it like this and make me guess what you’re thinking.”
He remained quiet.
After a pause, he said to the cashier, “Swipe my card.”
Stella was speechless.
She did not stop him this time.
After buying all sorts of things, she looked at him once they got into the car. “At first, you didn’t want me to spend your money, and then you acted awkwardly and let me swipe your card. What the hell were you thinking?”
He paused and looked at her. When his dark inky eyes slowly dropped, he surprisingly looked a little unconfident. “I’m worried you don’t want to use my money.”
She was speechless.
Indeed, it was she who seemed to have expressed such an intention earlier.
He wanted her to spend his money, and she refused with great disgust.
She cleared her throat. “How can I put this? Every stage is different. You are, after all, the father of your children, aren’t you? It’s normal to buy them something, and as for me…”
She cleared her throat again. “Anyway, you have wronged me so much in the past. It should be alright to make up a little for it now.”
Weston immediately nodded to echo her words. “Absolutely. are you willing to swipe my card now?”
Stella replied ambiguously, “I don’t repulse it.‘
He suddenly smiled. A genuine smile grew in his eyes, and he looked delighted.
She looked at him, puzzled.
Was this man stupid?
Why was he so happy when she was willing to spend his money?
Soon, he took out a black car and handed it to her. “Feel free to use it.”
She was surprised. “How come you’re so well prepared?”
She took his wallet, rummaged through it, and then found her photo.
And it was a photo of her that she had never seen before.
She took it out and laid it in front of his eyes as if she had found some evidence.” When was this taken?”
He did not expect that she would discover it and looked away and said vaguely, “It was an old photo.”
“You’re lying!”
She said, “This is obviously what I look like recently. How on earth did you get a picture at this angle?”
He did not answer, and she suddenly got angry and threw the card into his hands.” Go swipe it yourself!”
Seeing her angry, Weston pulled her into his arms and explained, “I am sorry. I couldn’t see you all those days, that’s why…”
“So you hired someone to take pictures of me?”
She looked at him in disbelief. “I thought you had changed, but apparently, you are
still so…”
He hugged her waist suddenly and used his hands to cup her head. His voice seemed to be shaking when he said in her ear, “I am sorry. I won’t do this again.”
He was obviously the one who did wrong, but he looked like he was wronged now.
She held back her anger at once, not knowing what to do with him.
She recalled the time he locked himself in a dog cage just so he wouldn’t see her. In order to control himself, he even used chains and completely lost his mind.
After a long time, she sighed. “Remember what you’re saying now. You’re not allowed to do this again, okay? If you want to see me, you can talk to me directly. No more of your bizarre ways.”
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“I understand.”
Weston’s suppressed voice beside her ear contained a hint of joy. “Are you saying I can come and see you in the future?”
Stella gave no answer.
Did he still need to ask when she had already said it so explicitly? What was wrong with him?
He asked once more, seeing that she did not say anything.
She glared at him in annoyance. “Stop asking. I won’t let you if you ask again.”
He understood what she meant and chuckled. He kissed her ear and asked in her ear, “So can I spend more on you in the future?”
Stella was speechless.
What kind of question was this?
What kind of person would be willing to give away money to somebody else?
Besides, their relationship now was…
She paused for a moment, refusing to think about it for now. So she could only say to him, “Depends on my mood.”
He let out a sigh of relief and nodded. “Okay.”
It did not occur to her after this day that he seemed to have misunderstood her words.
He seemed to go a little overboard trying to get all the goodies in front of her, and unlike earlier when he was courting her, this time, he was on a complete shopping spree.
Whatever he saw that suited Stella would be bought instantly and sent to her.
Soon, her studio was filled with his gifts.
There were all kinds of branded handbags, large and small, each cost a few hundred thousand, and he bought them like he was buying cabbages. There were also top–of- the–line luxury cars of all make and manufacturers. He even purchased a garage to store the fleet. And then there were the luxury homes in different locations…
Stella wouldn’t stop receiving contracts from the real estate firm, confirming the properties‘ ownership with her…
It wasn’t just Stella; many others also began to notice Weston’s unusual behavior. He has been spending a lot of money lately.
It was common for a man of his status to be extravagant since it would not affect his wealth. People like him had money they could not finish even if they spent non–stop for a few lifetimes.
But he had been so strange recently to the point that Xavier could feel that something was not right.
Xavier went directly to Weston’s office when he got to work. “What’s wrong with you lately, buying so many properties? People will think you are trying to run away.”
Weston swept a glance at him, and his face was cold. “Gifts for a lady.”
Xavier was speechless.
The fire in his heart extinguished instantly, and he looked at Weston in disbelief. “All for Stella?”
No way.
His instinct told him not to believe it.
Being the awful–tempered woman she was, plus now that she wasn’t short of money, would Stella accept so many things from Weston?
Weston read his doubt and smiled lightly. His eyes showed excessive pride. “It is only right that I let her spend my money when I can earn so much. And I am the only one who can allow her to spend money this way.”
Xavier said, “Are you crazy?”
It was mostly the women who would approach men of their levels. The wealth they accumulated had long exceeded the imagination of ordinary people. As long as these women could get a little bit, it would mean a lot to them.
It was also a sad thing for people like them. They would never know whether the people next to them were genuine or fake.
Hence, many wealthy men became shrewd and cautious. They never let women take advantage of them and are more calculating than anyone else.
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There were numerous wealthy moguls inside the circle who kept women with minimal spending and never engaged in non–cost–effective ventures.
Xavier had no idea what Weston was proud of.
“Do you think you’re quite honored that she spends your money?”
Weston gave him a bland look and snapped. “Is Zeta willing to spend your money when you let her?”
With just that one sentence, he left Xavier speechless and even a little stifled.
Xavier’s face changed, and he was at a loss for words.
If he let Zeta spend his money, and if she was willing to do so, he’d be willing to spend all his fortune just to make her smile.
But Zeta was now ignoring him and deeply in love with her boyfriend.
He had gone to her too many times, and every time it had ended badly, sometimes to the point of being humiliated by her.
“How can a woman be so insensitive? She has loved me for so many years and chased me for so many years. It was only three short years, and now she says she has forgotten me…”
Weston glanced at him indifferently, not bothering to care about their crap.
But hearing Xavier’s words, he still sarcastically said, “Have you never put her to your heart? You broke off your engagement with her for Daisy. It’s only natural that she doesn’t want to see you now, and besides, isn’t that what you want? What’s all this nagging about?”
Xavier did not know what to say.
He could not comprehend himself as well. He was a very casual person. Even in his relationship with Daisy, he should have been aggrieved for a long time, but he did not have the intention to take revenge on her.
As a man, he should be magnanimous.
He should be able to let go and dare to get hurt if he dared to give. He could never be as persistent as Weston was.
But despite all that, he still couldn’t let go of Zeta.
He wondered if it was in the nature of men to be cheap. When she chased him, he cared little about her. Now that she’d turned away, he became aware of her positives and was increasingly interested in her.
Weston did not say anything. He sent Xavier out after reading a document. Before Xavier left, he reminded him. “The old man has noticed that you are not right lately. If you continue to spend like this, he may interfere in the matter between you two.”
Weston’s expression remained calm without much change. “He can’t.”
Ford Corporation was basically under his control now. Grandfather could at most advise him as an elder, and nothing else could be done.
Xavier sighed. “I know what you are thinking and wanting to do now. But I must
remind you, don’t lose yourself because of a woman.”
Weston curled the corner of his lip. “Like she is willing to let me lose myself because of her now, but the problem is that she’s not.”
Xavier said, “You are really hopeless.”
Finally, when Weston bid for the priceless necklace, The Heart of the Ocean, for Stella at a charity auction dinner, she could no longer sit still.
As Weston drove to deliver the necklace to her, he saw Stella waiting in front of the studio on the side of the road.
He got out of the car, opened the door, and walked up to her. “I am a little late today. Have you been waiting long? Because there’s a charity dinner…”
“I know.”
She interrupted him and said, “I also learned about all your feat today on the internet.”
He took out the necklace, attempting to put it on her, to which she quickly took a step back. “Don’t you think you’ve been acting a little crazy lately?”
He sniffed and looked up at her. “What do you mean?”
“It’s all over the internet!”
She glanced at ridiculously posh and extravagant Heart of the Ocean studded with twenty–one diamonds. It should have been a collection in a museum, but Weston bid on it, saying it was to be given to the woman he loved.
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Stella’s phone was ringing off the hook at that moment, with many curious to know what was going on between her and Weston.
Helpless, she held her forehead in exasperation. “You’ve given me enough. There’s no need to buy such extravagant things.”
“Don’t you like it?”
Weston frowned, and his face seemed to turn gloomy. “If you don’t, I will send someone to buy a new set for you from the jewelry boutique in Las Vegas.”
She shook her head immediately. “That is not what I meant.”
She let out a breath. “I heard that… you spent close to a hundred million for this necklace?”
He nodded. “It’s not that expensive.”
She was speechless.
Was that not expensive?
Indeed, she wasn’t short of money, not to mention the substantial income she received as a world–renowned pianist. But it was in no way comparable to the enormity of his splurging.
“If you like to collect jewelry, just buy them. It’s totally fine. But we both clearly have little interest in this. You should stop wasting money like this.”
“It’s not a waste if it’s for you.”
Seeing that there was simply no way to talk sense into him, she cried in exasperation, “I don’t want it. Take it back.”
“You don’t like it?”
His face turned dark, and he felt an inexplicable feeling.
Seeing him like that, she asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. I just feel that you do not seem to need me…”
It appeared that buying her stuff would give him a moment’s reassurance that she still needed him.
But now, she did not want him to do such things.
So he felt that he could not seem to do anything with her and was of little use.
Stella finally found the key to his problem. “Are you down with a mental illness or something?”
She sighed and slowly looked him in the eyes, saying, “It’s okay. We can go see a psychiatrist if you feel something is wrong.”
“You think I’m sick?”
Weston looked at her displeased. “I just wanted to buy something for the woman I love, and you think I’m sick?”
She was speechless.
She fell silent. “Do you really think that’s just buying something?”
She suddenly took his hand and dragged him to her office.
Those employees who had not finished work saw them and immediately moved their eyes away, not daring to look at them.
Stella couldn’t care less for whatever rumors they would spread. She directly pulled him to the office, then closed the door and printed out a list of every item he had given her recently.
The list was as thick as a book.
She threw it in front of him. “You’re telling me that this is just something?”
He tugged his bow tie and walked to her. After flipping the first few pages of the list of properties, he tossed it aside without looking at it. “What exactly do you want to say?”
“What I mean is-”
She said, “I feel pressured by you throwing money at me like this.”
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Weston frowned, unhappy to hear her define his gifts as throwing money at her.
He sat down in front of her and tapped his finger lightly on the desk. “You can say it if you don’t like it.”
Stella shook her head and sighed. “I think you seem to be mistaken. Weston, about that day…”
She finally talked about that day.
It seemed like they were a step closer, so much closer to each other. Yet, he still felt a million miles away.
Even though they had been in intimate contact countless times that day, he still did not feel like he could hold on to her.
His throat rolled up and down, and it took him a long time before he said, “What do you have to say about that day?”
She knew it might irritate him, but she had to make herself clear. “You might have misunderstood something. Let’s just say it was all in the heat of the moment. We’re grown adults anyway.”
He clenched his fist at once and looked at her with obscure and inexplicable eyes. “I don’t understand.”
She let out a breath. “These things are very normal in this era. You don’t need to feel burdened about it, and don’t think that it could mean anything…”
He snorted and suddenly propped himself up on the table, slowly forcing himself to look at her.
She felt pressured by his gaze and looked away. “Don’t look at me like this…”
Weston grabbed her wrist at once and forced her to look straight into his eyes.” Why? You’re not going to tell me that you’ve been abroad for so many years that you’ve been assimilated into the foreign mindset and think getting laid doesn’t count for anything?”
She frowned and began to feel that Weston had revealed his true colors.
Perhaps the earlier tenderness was all his forced patience, and he was suppressing his true nature in front of her. This look now felt more familiar to her.
She looked into his eyes calmly and said indifferently, “Let’s not even mention
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foreigners… people in this country are also very open now. As long as the two are single and have no infectious disease, that kind of thing is nothing if they both
consent.‘
He snorted, squeezing her wrist and gradually tightening his force. “It meant something to me. I have never been so intimate with any woman, and the only one I have is you. The place has been empty for so many years, and you are telling me now that that does not mean anything?”
She looked away, unwilling to look him in the eyes.
The next second, she let out a sharp shriek.
He crossed directly over to her desk and picked her up, turning around to hold her against the edge of the desk. Then, he lifted the hem of her skirt to reach his hand inside. “Then I’ll let you feel what that really means to me.”
He kissed her neck, then her collarbone, and moved downward gradually, leaving a trail of drool.
In the end, he reached her bosoms again. Stella instinctively wanted to push him away, but her hands went limp and rested on his shoulders, powerless to push him away.
He directly clasped her wrists together and pressed her waist to keep making advances.
She was unable to break free and tried to duck back, but he pressed her waist harder and harder.
He kissed her with an uncontrollable frenzy.
He kissed her all over her body, but not on her lips.
She knew he was angry, and it seemed like he was punishing her.
She was pinned to the table, her hands on his shoulders, and suddenly she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He was startled for a moment and stopped, his eyes looking at her in confusion as if he was trying to read her demeanor.
His eyes roamed over her face, desperate to fathom her true emotions these days.