Weston moved out of her way but did not return her bag.
He followed behind Stella and waited for her to walk to his car.
She turned around and looked at him. âReturn my bag.
Before she could finish her sentence, he stepped right up and pushed her against the car door, hugging her tightly.
âWeston, are you crazyâ¦â
She couldnât finish her sentence. As soon as she raised her head, her lips were stolen by the man in front of her.
It was a kiss that came like a storm, though with a careful and tentative touch.
He held her down so tightly it was almost airtight.
The kiss was overwhelming, as if to drown her in his tenderness.
He kissed her lips, turned his head, and then wrapped his lips around hers.
From the corner of her lips to her face, cheek, and slowly down to her chin, it was cautious yet passionate, not allowing her to reject it.
She struggled with all her might, but her strength was insignificant in the face of his overwhelming strength.
She did not know how long it took, but the only sound in the parking lot was the exchange among the crowd.
And then it gradually subsided.
He stopped and gazed at the woman in front of him.
Slap!
Before he could react, he received a direct slap.
There was a bright red palm mark on his face. He did not react much and wiped the water stains at the corner of his mouth. His eyes contained a silent warmth when he looked at her. âDoes your hand hurt?â
He held her hand and looked at her red palm. Then, he rubbed her palm and kissed her lightly on her lip again. â You donât have to do it yourself next time. It will hurt.â
She fixated her eyes on the man and uttered word by word. âYou look a lot like a damn pervert right now!â âIs that so?â
He gave a low laugh. âIâm sorry, I just couldnât resist. I originally wanted to pursue you properly.â
She took a deep breath. âDidnât you understand what I said? Canât we just live our separate lives in peace?â
âNo.â
He interrupted him directly.
His throat rolled up and down, but the words coming out of his mouth were firm and unquestionable. âI can accept anything but this.â
She closed her eyes, and her eyelashes fluttered.
Her lipstick was smeared.
She said, âBut that is the only thing I want.â
The two were at a standstill, and Weston looked at her, only silent, not saying anything.
They were at a stalemate. He stared at her in silence, not saying anything.
Stella looked at him in annoyance. âCan you get out of the way?â
He avoided her eyes, picked her up directly, put her in the car, and sped home almost at a racing speed.
If she did not want to say a word to him right now, she would have cursed at him in the middle of the drive.
Once they arrived at the apartment, she marched right into the elevator.
Seeing Weston follow him in, she glared at him. âDonât follow me.â
âYou must have forgotten that my house is here too.â
Stella was so angry with him that she could not say a word.
When the elevator arrived, she walked straight out.
Weston followed her from behind.