Chapter 1367: Chapter 1370

These days, Weston could do very little about Stella. He finally got up, held back his surging urge, and carried her to the toilet.

Fortunately, the bathroom and washroom in the hotel were separated and the water in the bathroom couldn’t splash over. Thus, after considering for a moment, Weston decided to remove all the wet clothes from Stella’s body.

Stella seemed to have sobered up a little. She hurriedly covered her chest and retreated. “What are you doing to me? How dare you remove my clothes?”

Weston released his hand and looked at her helplessly. “You said you wanted to go to the toilet. If you don’t remove your clothes, they’ll get dirty.”

Stella pouted and did not believe his words. “Why would my clothes get dirty from the toilet? You’re clearly the one who wants to undress me.”

Weston fell silent. Feeling a little lost for words, he could only say, “I wanted to take off your clothes.”

“Dream on!” Stella hugged herself and turned her back to him with a stubborn look.

Weston was amused and a little annoyed at her actions. “Be a good girl. Turn around.”

Stella said, “I don’t want to!”

“You’ll catch a cold.”

Stella continued to ignore him. Weston had no choice but to compromise. He got up and looked at her for a few moments. “Okay. Go to the toilet first while I fill the tub for you. The water will get cold soon.

Come out quickly.”

Stella finally nodded.

It was a mess in the bathroom. By the time Weston got Stella clean and tucked her into the bed, he was drenched from head to toe.

Weston went to the bathroom and cleaned himself. He wrapped himself in a towel and came out of the bathroom to see Stella sleeping soundly and breathing steadily.

Weston tucked himself in and lay down next to her. He hugged her from behind and kissed her gently on the neck.

Stella grunted in slight discomfort and tried to avoid the hot breath behind her.

Weston’s eyes gradually darkened.

“Even if I’m not with you in the future, take good care of yourself,” Weston muttered.

Stella woke up the next day to a handsome face right in front of her. She was startled and woke Weston up.

Weston only gave her a faint look and naturally reached out, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Sleep a little longer,” Weston said.

Stella gritted her teeth. “What did you do to me last night?”

Weston woke up to her question and felt a little helpless. “I haven’t done anything to you. Can’t you feel it?”

Stella immediately lifted the blankets and was relieved to find no marks on her body. Her body did not feel sore either. “Alright.”

She questioned, “Then why are you sleeping next to me?”

“You were drunk last night. You kept vomiting and fussing. I had to clean you up, and I barely slept the whole night.”

“Let me sleep a little longer,” Weston muttered. His voice was very hoarse. After saying that, he hugged Stella in his arms again.

Stella was still a little angry. “Who would believe you! Why can’t you let someone else care for me if I was drunk?”

There were so many of her close acquaintances at the party yesterday.

Weston closed his eyes and told her, “I don’t feel comfortable with someone else taking care of you.”

“Aren’t you the biggest threat to me?” Stella found it unbelievable. “Did Angelina and Yvonne really watch you take me away just like that?”

Weston opened his eyes suddenly. “Does that mean your good friends are about to accept me?”

Stella was lost for words. She said through gritted teeth, “What does their acceptance have to do with me? All I know is that I’ll never forgive you.”

Stella blurted out the words without thinking and felt a little uncomfortable seeing the pained expression on Weston’s face. She turned her back to him, not wanting to see him again. “I’ve already made it clear. I can never accept you again.”

“I know.”