Stella was a little tired from working, so she closed her eyes and leaned back against the window. Soon, she was drifting off to sleep because of the comfortable massage. Even so, Weston did not stop and kept massaging her. It was just rare to see her so defenseless to him.
Weston did not take advantage of the situation. Stella opened her eyes in a daze and looked at him for a few moments. âWake me up when we get home, okay? Iâm going home.â
Weston chuckled softly and did not stop moving his hands. He held her calves and moved upwards slowly.â What? Are you worried about what I might do to you?â
Hearing that, Stella woke up from her sleep. She propped herself and glared at him. âDo you dare to?â
âOf course not,â Weston said kindly. âWith the way youâre treating me now, I wonât have a chance if I dare to lock you up again, isnât it?â
Stella snorted sarcastically and said, âYou never had a chance with me. However, if you dare to do anything to me, Iâll never forgive you ever again! Not in this life or the next life!â
âWhat a heavy punishment.â Weston looked straight in the eyes and said solemnly, âIâll never force you to do anything against your will ever again.â
Hearing that, Stella closed her eyes and leaned against the car window as if she was going to fall asleep.
As the car drove by, the shadow and scenery outside the window flew backward. Unlike the noisy and lively traffic outside, it was serene and peaceful inside.
The privacy screen was raised by the smart driver, who refrained from peeking at the twoâs quiet time together.
Weston watched Stella soundly asleep. It was a beautiful and romantic scene as the lights that flashed by reflected off her face.
Weston lowered his head and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Stella frowned a little and muttered discontentedly. Then, she rolled over again with her eyes closed.
Weston made her more comfortable and simply let her lie in his arms.
Maybe Stella felt a little uncomfortable sleeping against the car window. When Stella felt something softer, she naturally lay down in his arms.
Weston held her like a cherished treasure and kissed the tip of her nose. When his kiss trailed to her lips, he could barely resist the urge to pry her lips open and go deeper to taste her sweetness. However, when he thought of what she had just said, he had no choice but to stop abruptly.
He pressed his forehead against hers and panted. âYou really know how to torment meâ¦â
At last, they arrived at the apartment.
Weston carried Stella into the elevator and watched the numbers slowly rise to the floor where Stella was staying. He moved a little with a slightly dark gaze.
He should send her back because of Stellaâs temper, but he hesitated.
Weston saw how Stella was deeply asleep. Joan was back visiting her family. Could Stella take care of herself with her alone in the house?
Thus, he told himself that this was not against their agreement. After all, he could not just stand by and leave Stella in the house alone. It was not safe.
Many cases of home invasion and robbery were reported on the news. Those criminals might be hiding somewhere, secretly watching her. He certainly could not leave her in such a dangerous situation.
Without thinking further, Weston pressed the button to another floor and took Stella straight back to his apartment.
Weston had just moved in not long ago. There was no womenâs stuff in the place.
Stella wore his big slippers, which were loosely dangling on her feet. As soon as Weston picked her up, the slippers fell off the floor.
Stella frowned and muttered in her sleep. She even tapped on Westonâs shoulder as if he was making too much noise and disturbing her sleep.