Chapter 617: Chapter 618

Stella did not say anything. She pushed him and yelled,” Get out first!”

Although she was pushing him with all her strength, the push was like a tickle to Weston. She could not push him away. Instead, she almost slipped as she leaned back because of the slippery bathroom floor.

“Ah!”

Weston caught her reflexively and quickly held her in his arms, which prevented her from falling to the tiled floor.

“Be careful,” Weston reminded.

Stella finally steadied herself and stood on her feet. She leaned into Weston’s arms, terrified. Even so, she still kept her hands in front to cover herself.

Weston chuckled at her defensive look. “Now that you look like this, does it still matter even if I see everything or not?”

Stella remained silent and pursed her lips tightly. She looked like she would not let go of her hand no matter what he said.

Weston then looked at her and observed her closely.

Stella’s hair was a mess. She had just untied it and draped it over her shoulders. It was a little wet and had not been washed.

The heat in the bathroom rose and made the air between them a little hazy.

Weston directly picked Stella up in his arms. “You’re so clumsy.”

“I can shower by myself…” Stella knew he wanted to bathe her again. She refused and said, “I don’t need your help.”

Weston glanced at her. “What if you fall again?”

“I slipped because of you!”

Weston gave her a faint glance.

Stella sensed the danger in his eyes and shut her mouth immediately. She let him do all he wanted.

Weston suddenly smelled something strange after he set the shower temperature. He turned to her.

“What’s that smell on you?”

Stella lowered her head and sniffed at her shoulder and armpit. She rubbed her nose and asked, “Do I smell bad?”

Weston frowned.

Stella explained, “I had garlic noodles today.”

Weston was rendered speechless. He had wanted to help her to remove her inner shirt but froze at her reply.

Stella could see the shock in his eyes and quietly snickered in her heart. She knew Weston was a clean freak and always avoided food that smelled strong, especially if it smelled terrible.

He was picky and demanding about taste and would never tolerate the stench of street food. His demands for hygiene were strict and harsh. He could not stand even a speck of dust.

Stella felt like a walking stink ball after she had finished the meal. Weston must be suffering from the smell on her at this time.

She was pleased to see his suffering. “What’s wrong? Is there a problem? If you don’t want to do it, I’ll bathe by myself…”

With that, she kindly offered to bathe herself and reached for the showerhead in his hand. However, Weston grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her back into the tub.

“Don’t move.” Weston’s expression was ugly, but he still did not let go. His hands did not stop and carefully cleaned every part of her body.

He was so serious and treated bathing her like a big project. He paid the most attention to the hair because it smelled bad Stella was happy to be served, but Weston took it too seriously. She could not stand it anymore when he shampooed her for the third time.

She protested, “Are you done?”

“I have to wash you clean. Otherwise, you aren’t allowed to go to bed.” Weston gave her a cold look and continued to wash her hair.