Wendy pushed him away, her voice firm. “No, it’s not!”
She struggled, trying to shove him back.
In the chaos, she accidentally hit his left hand. Stanley winced, letting out a low hiss.
Wendy froze, her concern rising. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
Stanley stared at her, a faint grimace on his face. My hand hurts.”
He lifted his left hand, holding it out in front of her.
Wendy knew his hand had been seriously injured, but she hadn’t realized that he’d had 23 stitches and that they’d only recently been removed. The scar that remained on his palm was deep and long, looking like a caterpillar.
They stood in the narrow corridor, lit only by the dim, warm light overhead. The space between them felt charged, so close that they could hear each other’s breathing, each other’s heartbeats.
“Wendy, do you see it? My hand hurts,” Stanley repeated, his voice low.
Wendy wasn’t sure what to make of his constant mention of pain. For a man like him–someone who could withstand so much–it seemed odd for him to keep saying his hand hurt.
She lifted her face and looked at him with a soft smile. “That’s ugly.”
She was talking about the scar on his palm, calling it ugly.
Stanley scoffed. Without warning, he lowered his head and kissed her, shutting down her words with his lips.
Wendy tried to pull away, but it was impossible. His long fingers tangled in her soft hair, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss.
His approach was forceful, his tongue entangling frantically with hers.
She felt as if she couldn’t breathe, as if he was trying to consume her whole.
Desperate, she clenched her fists and hit him lightly. Only then did Stanley slowly pull back, his lips leaving hers reluctantly.
He buried his face in her hair, breathing deeply, his voice gravelly, “Wendy, someone used aphrodisiac incense on me.”
Their bodies were pressed so close together that she could feel the heat from his body and the hard, undeniable evidence of his desire. She tried to retreat, but there was nowhere to go–the wall stopped her escape.
“So what?” she asked, her voice tinged with defiance.
“So, you’ve been with Nathan all these days,” he said, his voice low and coaxing. “Tonight, you should be with me.
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He kissed her earently, his words whispering only for her to hear. “Wendy, I want to be with you.”
Wendy shivered slightly. She had guessed why he was here, why he had come to find her at this hour.
But why wasn’t he with Jessica? Why had he left the Crone family’s estate?
Her mind echoed with the words he had said to her once, back in the Presidential Suite: that Jessica was pure, untouched, and that it was her place to deal with his desires
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Chapter 205
Had he come to her because he didn’t want to impose on Jessica, to relieve his desires through her?
Wendy hadn’t forgotten the humiliation he had made her feel before.
Looking up into his eyes, she said firmly, “I don’t want to.
She didn’t want to.
The words came out crisp and strong.
Stanley’s body froze, the tall, handsome figure becoming stiff in shock.
Wendy pushed past him and started to walk away,
Stanley grabbed her slender wrist, his voice heavy with disbelief. “Wendy, do you really not love me anymore?”
Wendy turned to face him. “No, I don’t.”
She looked him straight in the eyes as she said it.
Stanley released his grip on her wrist, his expression unreadable. He smirked slightly, his lips curling. “Alright, then.”
Pulling out his phone, he dialed Zayn. “Get me a virgin. Send her to Imperial Garden.”
After hanging up, Stanley turned and left, his long strides carrying him away.
He was gone.
Wendy stood in the corridor for a moment, lost in thought, before returning to the VIP ward.
Nathan was still asleep, oblivious to the storm outside.
She lay down on the small bed beside him and closed her eyes.
