Stellaâs eyes were red and teary. Even so, Weston continued to kiss her hard. He had no intention of letting her go.
While she gasped for breath, she looked at his handsome face so close to hers. Suddenly, she muttered softly, âThen, from now on... You canât get too close to other women either.â
Weston paused his kiss for a moment. He pressed his thumb heavily against her lips and rubbed them slowly.
âWhat did you say?â he asked as if to confirm something.
Stella looked at him with steady eyes and repeated herself. âI said, donât get too close to other women in the future either.â
Weston said nothing. He suddenly stood up and looked down at her, âThe way youâre putting it... makes you sound jealous.â
Stella looked straight back at him. âCanât I be jealous?â
âYou can.â
Weston picked her up and sat her on top of him. âI thought itâd take you a long time before you finally get jealous.â
Stella had always understood him like no one else could, particularly when he was still engaged to Guinevere. She even told him to be with Guinevere instead.
She would never throw tantrums or make strange requests of him. She knew about Bella, but she never asked any questions and focused on acting as his obedient doll.
Stella put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She resigned herself and said, âI was just your secret lover with no name. Sheâs your fiancee . Everyone knows that. Who am I to demand anything from you?â Weston suddenly increased force and tightened his grip on her back. âI remember telling you that you could ask for anything you wanted,â he rasped.
âMaybe Iâm just petty. I thought I had no right to say anything in that situation.â
Weston sighed and tipped her face. He brushed her hair gently.â Now, everyone knows that youâre my woman.â
Weston felt slightly regretful. Perhaps he should have made this decision earlier. If he had figured out what he wanted earlier, he would not have wasted so much time when he was with Stella.
Stella suddenly thought about something and said, âActually, Iâm still a little worried...â
âAbout what?â
âMen like you probably prefer a generous and understanding woman.
âDo I have the tendency to look like someone with strong jealousy?â she continued.
Weston chuckled and kissed the edge of her lips. âDonât worry about that. Just be yourself.â
Stella quietly let out a sigh of relief. She knew that the best way to deal with Weston was with submission and tears, and that heâd let the Caspian incident slide, but she could not keep using the same trick forever.
Earlier, she acted like she was possessive of him, and Weston seemed to like it a lot.
Weston picked her up. He helped her change her shoes in the foyer, then carried her into the bedroom with long strides.
Stella was a little nervous. âIâm a little tired today...â
âYou donât have to do anything,â Weston interrupted her with a low voice and put her down on the bed.
He rubbed his fingers over her lower lip. âDid you just tell your friend that Iâm good in bed?â
A chill went down Stellaâs spine. It had completely slipped out of her mind She could barely convince him to stop caring about Caspianâs incident when a new dilemma struck her.
She stammered, âItâs just a private joke. I didnât know you were there...â
Weston chuckled softly and ruffled her hair to reveal her face.
âIt doesnât matter. Since you said that, I shouldnât let you down.â
Stella tried to relax, but her body remained tense. After Weston had found out about her medication, she stopped taking it. Weston hadnât touched her ever since.