NovelAppChapter 412
No matter how Stella tried to pretend, she could not hide the repulsiveness she was feeling.
That was when Weston stopped, and started to offer her reassurance-he had become much more
patient than ever before. Whatever he was doing, he would stop once Stella appeared upset, and pat
her back reassuringly as if she were a child.
Moreover, he would not continue if she insisted that she was uncomfortable, and it was the same this
time. Holding his own forehead against hers and watching her flush and pant from his kisses, Weston
asked, “How many times have I told you not to take quiet routes when you’re alone? Did I scare you
just now?”, “You did that on purpose?!” It was only then that Stella realized, since what had happened
just now was clearly unusual.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter all, Weston lingered inside his car and kept quiet, while his car followed Stella at a neutral pace.
Anyone who saw that would be under the impression that he meant harm.
Weston chuckled hoarsely then. “Well, you’re the one who keeps doubting me. I’d rather you get
spooked a little than to regret it when some thug comes after you.” Stella sneered ironically. “It’s not as
if I don’t have a thug after me already.”
Weston’s gaze darkened when he realized that she was talking about him. He wrapped his hands
around her waist then and asked, “Who are you calling a thug?”
“Who do you think?” “How am I a thug?” Weston held her up so that they were sitting face-to-face just
then. “Why don’t you tell me?” Stella turned away, not willing to meet his eyes just then. “You knew that
I’d get scared, but you did it anyway.”
That was when Weston’s expression suddenly turned solemn, and he lifted her chin so that she looked
him in the eyes. “That’s because I know that it would just be a case of false alarm. If you keep going
against what I say, however, it would be too late if you really run into a real thug-understood?”
He spoke to her as if he was a father with a disobedient daughter, and Stella frowned since she disliked
that feeling. “I’m an adult. I know how to take care of myself.” “Do you really?” Weston growled. Stella
saw a sinister glow in his eyes then, and in the next instant, he started to reach for her clothes.
Shocked, she cried, “What are you doing?! We’re still in the car!”
Nonetheless, the bulkhead separating the front and the back end of the car shot up as if on cue.
Moreover, the backseat of the car was so spacious that the people at the front would not hear
what was going on behind. Even so, Stella pressed her hands over Weston’s, stopping him while
pleading, “Not here, please…”
There had been more than one occasion before when Weston had almost lost control in the car. Even if
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhe would always stop at the very last second each time, Stella did not put much hope on his self-
control-he might not hold back the next time.
Still, while he managed to catch her unprepared this time, Weston saw that she had misunderstood his
intention and scowled. “What do you take me for? Do you really think I’m obsessed with sex all the
time?”
Stella pursed her lips in silence, but the look in her eyes made it obvious that she did.
Weston sighed and smiled despite himself, and made her turn around, lifting her blouse just
then and studying a bruise over her back. His smile vanished immediately as his eyes turned
frighteningly cold. Stella flinched uncomfortably in response, since she was actually surprised that he
would notice her injury. “Don’t move.” Weston pinned her down as he studied the bruise closely, his
slim, callused fingers moving over her back as he did. Stella felt utterly out of place as every spot he
touched seemed to jolt her. “Stop looking. It’s nothing serious.”
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