Weston felt how warm her body was, and his face darkened. “Has your fever returned?”
Stella shook her head. “I don‘t have a fever now...”
She rubbed her face against his chest and repeated for emphasis, “I feel so uncomfortable. Help me...”
Physical intimacy was not foreign to them, as they had been husband and wife
for a time and were now in such a peculiar relationship.
Her
actions betrayed her intentions, and Weston could tell what she wanted. At that rare moment, he was sl
ightly taken aback. “Are you sure? Your condition now
Stella threw caution to the wind and hugged him. “I really feel very uncomfortable...”
She lifted her head, and Weston saw tears glistening in her eyes. “Kiss me, please.”
Weston gulped, trying to swallow through his constricted throat , finding the look she was giving him
irresistible .
He pressed her shoulders down and warned, “I might lose
control. Tell me to stop if it hurts.”
He could never resist her, especially in times of physical intimacy.
Towards the latter part of the night, even when Stella cried out for him to stop, he was unable to do so.
Perhaps because of the medicine or other reasons, Stella was much
more passionate than she usually was.
Her health was in poor condition, yet she chose to provoke Weston.
Weston was clueless about her medication and simply thought she was asking for it.
Early next morning , Joan left the house in a hurry, not wanting to disturb both of them.
They had made such a ruckus last night that even a mature lady of
Joan‘s age felt embarrassed and did not know how to face them.
Weston slept all the way till noon, which was a rare occurrence.
It was also his first time waking up and not seeing Stella by his side. Her side of the bed was empty
when he woke up.
He rubbed the space between his brows, got out of bed, and found Stella in the kitchen.
Stella was standing at the counter, wearing a pink apron, and busying herself around the kitchen.
Joan had gone out to stock up on kitchen supplies. She glanced into the fridge and saw many
things she could busy herself with.
The sight of
her in the kitchen appeased the slight annoyance in his heart when he did not see her by his side when
he woke up.
He did not alert Stella to his presence. Instead, he went to the bathroom to wash up and drank a cup of
iced water before heading to the kitchen again and folding her into his embrace.
“Good morning.”
He rested his chin in the crook of Stella‘s neck and inhaled
the mild fragrance of her hair. Finally, he croaked in a low, hoarse voice, breathing warm
air into her ear,“ What are you doing?”
Stella instinctively trembled at his sudden attack but
relaxed a moment later and smiled silently.
Weston hugged her waist, which was so slender he was worried he might snap it into two if he were to
exert any more force. He said in a silky -smooth voice, “Whipping up something for me to eat?”
Stella knew he was deliberately speaking into her ear, and
she felt her knees almost give way. She collected herself and continued what she was doing methodical
She went on to chase him out of the kitchen, “Go out. I‘ll be done in a minute.”
Weston lowered his head to
see how she deftly placed the noodles in the boiling water and refused to let her go.
Stella began chopping up vegetables and frying two eggs. “Can you don‘t hug me so tightly? It‘s hard fo
around.”
Weston saw the bright red marks on her neck, and his eyes turned dark.
He knew that if he continued hugging her, he might just eat something other than the noodles she was
preparing. Thus, he acquiesced and finally let her go, pecking her lightly on the cheek before turning
around toward the living room.
Stella had always been an excellent cook, and she managed to whip up two bowls of noodles
and fried eggs in no time. “I saw many things in the fridge, but those
ingredients require more work that I‘m unfamiliar
with. Just make do with these simple noodles I prepared, all right?”
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