She knew that Weston couldnât stand seeing her like this.
Sure enough, the man picked her up and put her on his lap. âIf you donât like it, donât do it.â
He kissed her forehead. âNow just lie down and enjoy, okay?â
Looking at Stellaâs reddened cheeks, he lowered his head and gently rubbed the tip of her nose.
She opened her eyes and asked, âCan you go wash up first?â
Weston looked down at her. âWhen did it become so difficult to serve you?â
âDonât you have OCD? Go clean up firstâ¦.â
âOkay.â He chuckled in a low voice.
The bathroom door was closed.
She let out a breath and sat up instantly before taking the medicine bottle from her bag and swallowing one.
It had rained last night, and the weather outside was nice.
When the light shone through the drawn curtains during the afternoon, the light in the room turned orange, with a sense of warmth.
When she was put onto the bed again, she couldnât help but think about how absurd it was for them.
In this matter, Weston had never had any restraint.
Especially when they were married, he didnât pay much attention to her, but he focused on her body.
Stella wasnât keen on this kind of thing, but since she loved him wholeheartedly, she was willing to do it to please him.
Maybe she had loved him with a very lowly attitude, and she just wanted to see him indulge in herself in every possible way that she ignored her feelings.
After reuniting , Weston suppressed himself for a while and never touched her, but ever since the first time it happened, he had been out of control.
The urge seemed to be more challenging to control than before.
The curtains were so thick that the light outside could not shine through.
The hazy sight set the mood even more than a dark or bright scene.
Stellaâs body was soaked with a thin layer of sweat.
The medicine had started to work. She raised her hand and let Weston kiss her fingertips.
He held her knee and pushed her up. When his fingers reached her ankle, he suddenly remembered that she had just applied medicine.
The place where she was hurt hadnât healed yet, and when he lowered her head, he could see a little blood oozing out from there.
He lost interest instantly.
He got down from her and immediately cuddled her in his arms. He then lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. âIâll let you go today.â
Hearing this, she opened her eyes immediately.
The steaming heat made her uncomfortable, but she still looked at the man in front of her with some doubts.â
Whatâs wrong? Did I do something wrongâ¦â she instinctively asked.
She was doing this to please him. If he had stopped suddenly, it must be because she had done something wrong Perhaps she had acted too obediently and proactively, which bored him.
He liked the way she was before, with a bit of shyness.
Hearing this, Weston looked into her eyes fixedly, lowered his head, and took a bite on her nose with a hint of punishment. â⦠Does it still hurt? If it does, I wonât keep going.â
The look on her face earlier was so irresistible that he had forgotten about her physical condition for a moment.
Besides the injury to her ankle, she had just recovered from a cold, so she couldnât stand his torment.
Stella had initially thought that her performance was not good enough, causing him to lose interest, but she didnât expect that he was just worried about her and was a little stunned for a while.
After a while, she turned her head to the other side and said, âIt hurts a little.â