Stella curled her toes and flushed red.
“Let go of me…” She moved her ankle, only to sense that the thing under her foot was becoming
hotter.
She held the edge of the tub with both hands and wanted to jump up. “Let me go! I’ll stop…” “Really?
Don’t you think it’s a little late to say that now?” Weston looked at her with a half-smile. He pressed her
leg down with a stronger force and let her feel it more vividly.
Stella took a deep breath and stammered as she scolded him, “Y-You b*stard! Don’t be a rascal…”
Weston glanced up slightly and gave her a look. His face was still calm and composed, but it was
completely different from the raging storm inside. The part Stella was stepping on did not look ferocious
at all, but it was clearly strong and awakened.
“Who’s the one who kept teasing me? I thought this was what you wanted.” His voice was a little low
and husky.
“Y-You’re full of nonsense…” Stella was still trying to defend herself stubbornly. “You’re the one who
complained about my stench first. I told you to stop bathing me, but you didn’t listen. It’s all your
fault…”
Stella became braver and dared to show some temper in front of him.
Weston rubbed his brows and looked at her in amusement. “Okay, fine. It’s my fault. I’ll clean you up
first.” Then, he reached out to her hair again.
Stella disliked the way he was so disgusted by her smell. She quickly shook her head and said, “I’m
already clean! Believe me! There’s no smell at all…”
The water on the end of her hair splashed everywhere as she shook her head. Weston tilted his head
behind slightly, as if he was avoiding the water from her hair.
Stella pouted and looked at him with a grimace. She asked, “Do you think I’m dirty?”
Weston raised his knuckle to his brow. He helplessly grabbed a towel for her and said, “Dry yourself.”
Stella was rendered speechless and looked at him with a hint of resentment.
Weston suddenly chuckled and pinched her nose. “Don’t catch a cold. Hurry up.”
He could tolerate Stella’s temper. He would rather have her angry or complaining at him as long as she
remained responsive to him. He could tell that Stella might be acting. However, it did not matter
anymore. Even if it was her elaborate plot, he was already deep in it.
Stella reluctantly went to get dressed, only to find that the pajamas Weston had brought earlier were
wet after the splashing.
She picked up the pajamas in speechlessness and shook them in front of him. “It’s all thanks to you.”
Weston reached out and pinched her nose. “Who was the one playing in the shower earlier?”
“It wasn’t me anyway,” Stella said stubbornly.
Weston gave her a faint look. “I’ll go get you some clothes. Dry yourself before you catch a cold,” he
reminded her.
Stella pouted. “Am I so weak? Why are you so worried about me catching a cold…”
“You should know your health the best.” Weston glanced at her lightly. Stella felt a little guilty and
stopped talking. After he went out, she quickly stood up and covered herself in a towel. She wanted to
go out to change and let Weston make a trip for nothing.
She did not expect to see Weston as soon as she got up. She looked at Weston in shock.
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