Wendy stayed silent. She couldn’t understand what kind of wild imagination Cecelia had in her head, always “jumping to those kinds of conclusions.
Wendy snapped back, [Nothing is going on between him and me!]
Meanwhile, Stanley was standing under the shower, the sound of the WhatsApp notifications reaching his ears. Wendy was texting someone.
He took a cold shower, the icy water splashing over his firm muscles, bouncing off his skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside him. Every time he thought about Wendy lying on his bed, his mind drifted to forbidden places.
Stanley closed his eyes wearily, his handsome gaze darkening as his hand slowly slid downward.
He called out softly, “Wendy!”
Outside, Wendy heard his voice and answered, “Yeah?”
“What are you doing?” Stanley asked.
Wendy replied, “Nothing much, just chatting with some friends.”
Stanley pressed on, “Male friends?”
Wendy shot back, “Whether they’re male or female friends is my private business. I won’t be telling you!”
Stanley chuckled, his voice low and husky. “I’ve seen plenty of your private parts already.”
Wendy’s anger flared, her words sharp and deliberate. “Stanley!”
Hearing her call his name in that clear, teasing voice made Stanley’s desire surge to its peak as his mind went blank.
Wendy, outside, was still unaware of what
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The “Pretty Girl Squad” chat group buzzed again.
Cecelia teased, [Wendy, you’ve been single these past three years. Don’t you have any needs? Can you really stay so composed around Mr. Hawk?]
Wendy said nothing.
Cecelia pressed on, [Come on. We’re best friends. Tell me what you really think.]
A flush spread over Wendy’s cheeks, creeping all the way down to her earlobes. She had no desire, and she certainly didn’t want to do anything with Stanley.
Just then, she heard the bathroom door opening. Stanley had finished his shower and stepped out.
Wendy glanced up. Stanley wore a loose black silk robe, the belt tied casually, revealing half of his sculpte chest and strong, long legs.
Wendy had never denied it–Stanley was undeniably a rare specimen of male beauty. A man who could hold Jessica’s love for so many years had to have some serious charm.
Stanley wiped the water droplets from his short hair with a towel and looked at Wendy. “What are you staring at?”
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Wendy blushed but answered, “Oh, I wasn’t looking at you.
Stanley was in a good mood. “Really?”
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Wendy’s phone buzzed again. In the chat group, Cecelia had grown impatient with text messages and sent a few voice messages.
Wendy played them, and Cecelia’s voice filled the room instantly.
“Wendy, don’t be shy. You haven’t had any sex in three years. I’m sure you’re feeling some desire. Mr. Hawk is handsome, fit, rich, and good–looking. Just pin him onto the bed and have a magical night with him! You won’t regret it.” 1
Wendy was speechless. She hadn’t expected Cecelia to say all that. Flustered, she sat up quickly, reaching to stop playing the voice messages.
But Cecelia’s voice echoed through the quiet night like it was blasted through a megaphone, crystal clear and impossible to ignore.
Wendy glanced at Stanley, only to see him lift those sharp eyes to meet hers.
She closed her eyes tightly, too embarrassed to look back, silently cursing Cecelia and her nonsense.
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