Stella wondered if it still disturbed him. It wasnât something she could get past yet.
However, looking at Westonâs state, he probably would not stop.
Stella did not know if she could accept him. She might reject his intimacy again. Would it anger him again?
Weston might have seen through her worries. He leaned over her and pressed a kiss on her hair.
âFeeling nervous?â
Stella closed her eyes. âSorry, I didnât mean to...â Her voice was trembling.
âStill canât accept me?â he asked.
Stella shook her head. âItâs not that, but Iâm still a little uncomfortable...â
She opened her eyes and looked at Weston with teary eyes. â Maybe I still resent you a little.â
Weston paused for a moment and looked straight at her.
Stella could only say halfâtruths. âI know youâre angry with me about the drug I used without your knowledge, but it wasnât my intention... Iâm probably still angry at you. I donât understand why you didnât take me seriously ... why you treated me so cruelly, and why you didnât protect our baby and me...â
She choked a little. âI canât let go of my resentment yet. Can you give me some time?â
After saying that, she kept her gaze fixated on Weston. The way she looked with her teary eyes could stir the soul of any man.
Westonâs heart skipped a beat. Then, he took her into his arms.
âSorry,â he said to her.
Stellaâs heart jolted from his apologyâshe could not help but feel a certain bitterness. She never imagined the high and mighty Mr. Ford would say sorry to her one day.
Stella remained silent and just leaned on his shoulder. She knew if she said she had forgiven him, he probably would not believe her. Telling him the halfâtruths about her real feelings seemed more believable.
Westonâs motions became much gentler. âLetâs try,â he muttered in an incredibly soft voice while pushing her blouse up.
âIf you feel uncomfortable, tell me to stop.â
Stella nodded.
Weston rubbed her head. âNo pressure. Iâll make you feel good.â
As the sky got darker, the sound inside the room gradually stopped. The moon was tucked behind the heavy clouds of the night sky as if hiding away from the steamy chaos in the room.
Stella felt like her body was drenched in water. It was probably her sweat. She could no longer tell.
It was the first time she knew there were ways to allow only one person to enjoy all the pleasure in this.
She looked at Westonâs restrained face and the bulging veins on his temples. He had held back so much for her. She felt sorry⦠she wanted him to feel good too, but he refused. He said this was enough to satisfy him.
Stella was puzzled. âBut you didnât... How can you be satisfied ?â
Weston ruffled her sweaty hair and planted a kiss on her forehead. He asked her, âDid you feel good?â
Stella blushed shyly. Her face flushed harder at his question, but she nodded in answer.
She never knew it was possible to do this. It was indeed an impressive experience.
Weston chuckled softly. âIf you feel good, Iâll feel good too,â he said in a magnetic voice.
Stella was so shy that she lost her breath. She closed her eyes and buried her face under the blanket, but Weston refused to let her hide. He dragged her out and kissed her over and over again.
âWhy are you always so shy? Hm?â