Stella threw him a helpless look, “Can’t you just let me sleep in peace?” Weston reached out and
pinched her nose, “You fell asleep in the car all the way back home. Now, you still want to sleep more.
How are you going to sleep through the night?” Before Stella could respond to him, he suddenly leaned
in closer to her and said in a suppressed voice, “Or do you want to do something else at night?” As he
closed the distance between them, Stella could see his eyes glinting in the dim light and knew what he
was going to say. As she had expected, he would only tease her in this regard. “You think too much,”
Stella glared at him. Perhaps because she just woke up, her glare bore no threat to him. In fact, it
made her look even more captivating and mesmerizing. Weston’s eyes darkened with pleasure as he
pulled her into his embrace.
He recalled what Daisy said and sighed. “Stella, what else are you not happy with me about?” Stella
was slightly taken aback by his question. “Why suddenly ask me that?” Indeed, it was a rare
occurrence that Weston would ask about what someone else was unhappy about him.
Weston furrowed his brows, clearly sensing the irony in her words. He reached out and pinched her
waist. “Seems like you haven’t learned your lesson.” Stella laughed and pushed him away. “I’m ticklish.
Don’t touch me there.”
She paused for a moment before saying solemnly, “I’m not unhappy with you in any way.” “Are you
acting, or is that the truth?” Weston pushed further. Stella remained silent.
Weston understood her answer. “If there is something you’re unhappy with, you know you can tell me
honestly.” “Will you change, then?” Stella probed. Weston immediately found a loophole in her words.
“You refused to speak when I asked you just now, yet now, you’re if I’ll change. When did you become
so slick?” Instead of replying to him, Stella shut her eyes. Her expression softened. Weston hugged her
and combed his fingers through her hair. A moment later, he heard Stella ask him in a small voice,
“Roger will be going overseas soon. Can I visit him more frequently during this period?”
He stopped moving.
Although her expression had softened, her willingness to be physically intimate with him was a clear
indicator. He couldn’t help but still feel disappointed upon hearing her request. He knew that Stella was
merely putting up an act, but he would take whatever she gave him. Weston lifted her chin, “I’ll decide
based on your performance.”
The night was soon over.
A thick layer of snow blanketed the streets outside.
Perhaps the effectiveness of Zeta’s medicine helped both times to go by very smoothly. Stella could
feel that Weston was delighted. Aside from her short bout of self-loathing when she first woke up, she
did not feel as terrible as before.
That made Weston feel like she had accepted him, which in turn caused him to go even wilder with
passion. When she woke up in the morning, Weston was no longer next to her on the bed.
It snowed heavily in the morning, and the crew decided to stop work for the day. As such, Stella had
the day to herself in the mansion to do whatever she liked. The snow on the streets swept away quickly
in the wind, but just as quickly, another thin layer of snow began to form.
It wasn’t snowing yet when Weston left for work this morning, but the snow was now covered in black
streaks.
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