The arches of Stella‘s petite feet curved in a gentle slope.
The feeling of her legs on his knees brought a subtle, inexplicable feeling to her.
Somehow, the action felt rather suggestive to her.
Perhaps because a woman exposing her feet had always been regarded as an
act of intimacy, emphasized further by the stark contrast between his dark suit trousers and her fair skin
.
Stella suddenly felt uneasy and instinctively wanted to pull her legs back.
Weston grabbed her ankles and furrowed his brows.“ Behave yourself,” he warned.
Stella‘s face flushed a bright red.
Weston would always warn her with those words at times like this.
Somehow, after he said it, the air between them changed.
Weston looked calmly at her until it made her cheeks flush bright red. He asked, “Is your temperature ri
sing again?”
Stella was sure he‘d done that on purpose. “That‘s quite enough... you‘ve applied enough ointment...”
She pulled her leg back as she exclaimed.
Weston immediately grabbed hold of her leg, his thumbs resting on her inner thigh.
He didn‘t move any further, but Stella could sense the turmoil that churned in the depths of his eyes.
She struggled against his hold in an attempt to extricate herself from the suffocating atmosphere.
Weston suddenly leaned in real close to her and rubbed his
nose against her ear. “Help me wipe my hands.”
Stella trembled and heard him go on before she could respond. “My hands are all wet.”
Stella‘s felt her breath catch in her throat. She glared irritably at him.
“This is ointment!”
Where did the water come from?
Weston put his hand right in front of her eyes and said unflinchingly, “Is that so?”
His long and slender fingers were poised gracefully before her face.
It made Stella’s face flush even redder as heart-thumping memories came
flooding back into her mind. She threw open the sheets and covered her body with them.
She stuck a hand out, pulled out a piece of napkin , and flung it in his face. “Wipe it yourself.”
Weston chuckled lowly and grabbed the napkin before wiping his fingers with it.
Stella refused to look at him. Her head was still buzzing, and her face was still feeling warm.
As she lay on the bed, fatigue washed over her.
Weston wiped his fingers clean.
To begin with, he was a clean freak and wouldn‘t allow the
strong smell of ointment to linger on his fingers.
A moment later, he sat back down and pulled
the sheets off Stella‘s head. “Aren’t you afraid of suffocating yourself to death?“.
He lifted his hand and pinched her cheeks.
He could still feel the warmth from her fever.
His brows furrowed. “Still having a temperature?”
Stella shook her head and snatched the sheets back. “No, the fever has subsided. I’m rather tired, and
I want to sleep...”
“The doctor will be here soon. Stay awake for a while more.”
Stella shook her head and whined in a rare moment of childishness. “I don‘t want to wait anymore!
I really want to sleep...”
She really needed some rest, and she shut her eyes, as if ready to fall asleep at any moment.
Weston chuckled at the sight of her behaving so childishly
when she was unwell. “All right, then. Take a nap first. I won‘t bother you until the doctor
comes to check on you.”
Stella remained silent as she snuggled comfortably under the covers.
Moments later, her breathing slowed as she fell fast asleep.
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