Chapter 92 A long time had passed, but he didnât respond.
Weston acted as though he hadnât heard what she had said. He leisurely walked to the counter and grabbed a delicate glass. He poured himself a glass of water and asked her, âDo you want some?â
He acted so naturally as though they were close, like a couple who had been married for a long time.
Stellaâs intention was clear. She repeated herself, âAre we not going to start? Arenât you afraid? What if Guinevere suddenly returns?â
Based on what she knew, Weston was already married to Guinevere. They were definitely living together. They had a newborn child at home. Stella certainly did not think that Weston would be bold enough to take her to him home with Guinevere.
This was probably his other property.
At a glance, the unitâs decor was minimalistic. It was mostly black and white, exuding a cool and monotone vibe. The unit was mostly filled with a manâs items. There was no trace of a womanâs presence.
âItâs late. If you donât go back, wonât Guinevere look for you?â She remembered the phone call from Guinevere in the room earlier and smiled sarcastically.
She had always thought that Weston loved Guinevere. But when she thought more about it, it seemed like Westonâs love was limited.
Otherwise, he would not have gone to a place like that without Guinevereâs knowledge. He would not have to bring Stella home either.
Weston finished the cold water in a gulp. He lowered his eyes and looked at the cold reflection from the counter: âAre you so worried that sheâll come over?â
Stella turned sideways and reminded him with an ironic tone, âMr. Ford, donât you know? With this situation, itâs only reasonable for Guinevere to push all the blame onto me. Sheâd parade my sins on the street. You forced me to come here, but Iâll be the culprit to her! Youâre the one sinning, but sheâll take it out on me twice as hard!â
Weston frowned and said in a low voice, âI wonât let it happen.â
âYouâve allowed it to happen once.â
Stella cut him off. âBesides, I almost died that timeâ¦â
He slammed the glass heavily on the table, making a loud clang.
The man strode to her and almost uncontrollably pulled her into his arms. Without any other warning, he tipped her chin up before taking her mouth in a hard kiss.
His tolerance for Stella had gotten better, but that did not mean she could act willfully.
He did not want her to say anything about that again. He did not want to hear her talk about death.
Stella resisted fiercely at first, but it was useless. All thought of resistance faded, and she instead relaxed her arms and let him do whatever he wanted with an empty heart.
She closed her eyes. Her face paled, and even her lips were losing their color. A nauseating feeling kept surging in her stomach. It was unbearable.
Weston was getting more and more addicted to her. It had been a long time since he had touched her like this.
His hand kneaded around her waist, implying his strong needs. Just as his hand was about to reach under her dress, Stella suddenly opened her eyes and could not help retching. In that instant, all the steamy atmosphere was gone.
Weston let go but fixed his cold eyes on her.
He watched as she ran to the trash can and vomited everything out. The man gazed at her under hooded lids. He looked down at her with a thunderous emotions rumbling in him. When Stella finally calmed down a little, he asked raspily, âItâs just a kiss. Why are you overreacting? How are you going to get through it later?â He was not going to hurt Stella. He just wanted her by his side for the night.
However, after watching her reaction just now, something violent throbbed in him. She kept rejecting him, but he refused to grant her wish.
As tears welled up in her eyes, she closed her eyes. She had to vomit out almost everything to forget the disgusting touch just now. Disgusting!
When he kissed her, she felt sick.