Chapter 125
“Wendy, can’t you just be obedient?”
When Stanley said those words with his deep, gravelly voice, something in Wendy’s heart softened.
Stanley really did want her to be obedient.
In the more than three years of their marriage, although she had taken care of him while he was in a coma, he had also given her a very generous material compensation. He sent her to Clavendale University, and all he wanted was for their relationship to end there.
But she wasn’t being obedient at all. Just last night, when he heard about her being labeled “God of Sleep” in the bar, he was annoyed. Then, today, even during the meeting he couldn’t get any peace because she had gotten into a fight, and they demanded to meet with her guardian.
Stanley had never dealt with something this troublesome.
Just then, the young woman lying on top of him suddenly spoke up. “You don’t like obedient ones anyway.”
What?
Wendy’s small hand pushed against his firm chest as she sat up. Her bright eyes met his handsome face, and she smirked slightly. “Don’t think I don’t know, Stanley. You like… the naughty ones.”
Stanley’s sharp features darkened immediately. He didn’t expect her to say something so blunt with that innocent, flawless face of hers.
Wendy met his gaze without flinching, her clear eyes slowly drifting downward, briefly landing on his sensuous lips. “I was standing outside the room at the bar last night, saw how Jessica fed you wine and how much you liked it.”
She stared at him, her look bold and fiery.
Stanley had known she was there. Even though he hadn’t seen her when he looked back, she had clearly seen everything outside the door.
“You want me to be a good girl, but you’re out there looking for a naughty one to entertain you? You’re really something,” Wendy said, then got off him.
But her slipper fell off, and she couldn’t find it right away. So, she just sat back on the bed.
Now Stanley was still lying on her bed, his expensive, custom–made black suit pressed against her peach–colored, heart–patterned sheets–a forbidden, provocative sight.
Wendy stretched her slender foot and kicked him on the thigh. “Get off my bed!”
Stanley glared at her. “Wendy, I dare you to kick me again.”
Pfft, as he wished.
Unbothered, Wendy kicked him once more.
Her foot was delicate, her toes rounded and soft, a pale pink sheen to her skin. When it made contact with the sharp–cut black pants he was wearing, Stanley’s gaze sparked with something hot.
In an instant, he grabbed her dainty foot. “Wendy, Jessica might be naughtier, but no one is worse than you.”
* Jessica was obvious in her attempts to flirt, but Wendy? She was sly and subtle–seductive in a way that was hard
to resist.
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Chapter 125
Last night, Jessica had just fed him drinks, but today, Wendy was kicking him in bed.
Jessica wasn’t even close to being her rival.
And that was why Stanley wanted to end things with Wendy He wanted to reject her advances.
He stared at Wendy, his gaze dark. She had just showered, and she was wearing a thin camisole with a beige shawi draped over her shoulders. As she sat, the shawl slid down slightly, revealing the delicate straps of her top.
Her delicate face, just out of the shower, was flushed with a natural glow. Her skin was smooth and soft, and she looked like she was made of glass. Her lips were a natural red, untouched by makeup, giving her an innocent, pure, youthful aura that made it hard to look away.
Jessica was nothing like her. Every day, Jessica wore heavy makeup and bright red lipstick.
Stanley hadn’t thought much of it before, but last night, he noticed her smudged lipstick. Honestly, it had dampened his mood.
Wendy didn’t speak.
Wendy was clever. No matter what she learned, it came naturally to her–manipulating men was no exception.
But no matter what she did, he didn’t like it.
He only loved Jessica.
