At the feel of her hand touching his body, Weston forcefully suppressed his urge.
âDonât cry later.â
He uttered the three words coldly, a stark warning of what he was about to do.
Stella rested her head on his shoulder and suddenly behaved herself.
Before Weston could figure out why she suddenly became so wellâbehaved, he heard Stella whisper in his ear with urgency.
âI am so sick that I feel like throwing up...â
Without saying anything, his face suddenly turned dark. âDonât you dare!â
âUgh...â
She was shoved directly into the bathtub.
Splash Buckets of water splashed everywhere. His movements were not at all as gentle as before.
Being that drunk, it was unsurprising that Stella would choke on water.
âCough...â
He wanted to get up to get her the bathing utensils at first but could only fish her out of the bathtub again.
âYou are such a troublesome thing.â
She spat out a mouthful of water and tugged at the collar of her dress with some discomfort.
âI feel so hot...â
âYou wonât once you sober up.â
He then helped her undress.
âPut your hands up.â
Stella raised her hands obediently.
Seeing her in her extraâsubmissive state, his originally sullen face could only helplessly smile.
There was really nothing he could do about her.
After washing her up, he tucked her in.
She frowned at him, seemingly dissatisfied with the strength he was exerting. âBe gentle...â
Weston was speechless.
The manâs eyes wavered as a storm began to brew in them.
He suddenly lifted her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.â Do you have any idea what youâve done today?â Stella tilted her head and looked at him. âWhat have I done?â
She seemed to be asking him sincerely.
The pair of eyes were innocently doing a seductive thing.
He pinched her chin harder. âWhy would you want to go to a place like that?â
She paused for a moment.
She thought for a while and said honestly, âYvonne said she wanted to enrich our life experiences.â
The man knitted his brows. âThereâs nothing good that can be learned from such a place.â
âWhy canât I go there?â
Although she was drunk, her mind was still very clear. âWhy canât we go to such places when men can go to Lowe Garden?â
He paused for a moment and suddenly laughed angrily at her.â Do you know what kind of a place Lowe Garden is?â
âYes, I do.â
Stella nodded and suddenly frowned again with a disapproving face. âI also know that you did some bad things there...â
âWhat bad things ?â He raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
She poked him on his chest and pouted.
âI knew everything about that woman called Belle!â
âI thought you said you didnât mind?â
âHumph!â Stella pouted and stopped talking.
She turned her back to him. Her back was telling him that she did mind.
He pinched her face. âI thought you really didnât mind.â
She seemed to be sulking.
The man chuckled and took her into his arms from behind.â Idiot.â
âWhy are you cursing me?â
She glared at him. âItâs you who are not virtuous, but you actually scold me!â
He pinched her nose. âWhat kind of nonsense have you learned from Yvonne?â