Chapter 368: Chapter 369

Chapter 369 When the door was opened, Joan came to greet them. “Mr. Ford, Ms. Steele, do you need something to eat?”

Weston glanced at the woman in his arms. Seeing that she had woken up, he asked, “Do you want to eat something?”

Stella shook her head. “I am not hungry.”

The man frowned and said to Joan, “Make something she likes.” Joan nodded. “Alright, Mr. Ford.” “I told you–I don‘t want to eat!” She was completely sober and pushed against his chest, trying to land.

He, however, held her tight. “Why are you throwing a tantrum with me again?”

“I am not.” She felt a little tired and looked at the sofa. “Put me down. I want to take a shower first. I am quite tired.”

“Let‘s go together.” He did not do as she wished.

He hefted her upward and carried her directly in the direction of the bathroom. She let him carry her and was put in the bathtub in the end. She almost drowned in the tub the last time. The image was still fresh in the man‘s mind: This time, he did not leave her alone in the bathroom. He filled the tub with water first and then helped her to remove her clothes.

Her eyes flickered. She subconsciously tried to avoid his hand, only to see his face sink instantly. “When you were with Justin, did you not let him touch you as well?”

“I have told you many times there‘s nothing between me and him!”

She inexplicably felt a little annoyed. “Mr. Hall and I are people with a bottom line, unlike you!”

“Unlike me? Then what am I like?” He suddenly approached her, and his eyes grew darker and darker.

“What am I in your eyes?” The bathroom was brightly lit–so bright that he could see the fine hairs on her face. Her skin had always been very good. Even when he looked closely, he could not see any flaw.

It felt even better to touch.

He stared at it and reached up to touch it.

She wanted to dodge i but the man held the back of her neck and kissed her nose. “Tell me: How are we different?”

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of danger.

She inhaled deeply, unable to comprehend his childishness. “What the hell do you want?”

“Answer me.”

“Mr. Hall is a man with principles. When I said that I would not entangle with him, I would never cross the line in any way!”

“I also told you not to meet him again, but what did you do, hmm?” The man suddenly reached out to comb her hair. Hands at the back of her head, he ran his slender fingers through her black hair, lifted her head, and forced her to look into his eyes. “Why do you always disobey me?” “I have tried to avoid him, but he is Roger‘s teacher. It is impossible for me not to have any contact with him.” His eyes turned dark gradually. She met his gaze and felt tight in her chest, unable to guess his emotions.

She could only look at him and reiterate, “It has been over between Justin and me for a long time. I know your way of dealing with things. He has a family and will not risk the people he cares about easily, just like me.” Her words were clear enough. He had a hold over them.

If he had not threatened them, the two of them might have gotten married.

He suddenly laughed, exuding steely coldness from the bottom of his lungs. “You do know how to piss me off.”

Raising his hand, he suddenly turned on the bathroom shower.

The cold water splashed on her body.