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Chapter 227
Chapter 227
Stanley glanced sideways at Luna.
Her hand rested gently on his, and she could feel the sharp elegance of his bone structure. She also brushed against the cold, luxurious watch on his wrist, its icy touch just as expensive and intimidating as he was- something that made you hesitate to touch, yet want to at the same time.
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Luna, the picture of innocence, blushed deeply. “Mr.Hawk I gave myself to you willingly that night, it was my first time. Do you remember our night together?“/
Benny, sensing something wasn’t right, opened his mouth to speak. “Stanley…”
One of the wealthy second–generation men beside him held him back and whispered, “It seems like Mr. Hawk has a thing for her. Whoever Mr. Hawk favors, that’s the one who you need to show respect.”
Benny didn’t agree. He only recognized Jessica.
Stanley continued to watch Luna, her shy, demure look making her seem even more appealing. The truth was, during this time, Stanley hadn’t thought much about that night.
Because all his memories of that night were tangled up with Wendy.
It had been a dreamlike, passionate fantasy with Wendy, one filled with desire and pleasure.
He could still recall the way Wendy had looked beneath him, soft, fragrant, giving him an intense pleasure.
But, in retrospect, that pleasure didn’t come from Wendy. It came from the woman before him–Luna.
Luna, shy and playful, looked up at him with a teasing gleam in her eyes. “Mr. Hawk, I don’t need any titles or recognition. I just want to stay by your side. Tonight, we can…”
Her face was flushed with youthful shyness, yet her words were full of sultry suggestion.
Stanley didn’t respond. He simply kept looking at her, his gaze unreadable.
When Wendy arrived, she immediately saw this scene–Luna whispering something to entice him, while Stanley sat with his head lowered, eyes half–lidded, looking like he was about to agree.
He really had brought Luna to a bar.
Wendy’s lips curled into a cold, sarcastic smile. His tastes hadn’t changed. From Jessica to Luna, they were always the type to cling to him.
And he couldn’t stand her. She was too dull, too uninteresting.
Just then, the bar manager approached with a bright smile. ‘Ladies, how many of you are joining us?”
Wendy’s eyes, as clear as crystal, met his. “I don’t drink.”
“You’re at a bar and you don’t drink? So, what exactly are you here for?”
“I want to…dance
“Darice?” the manager asked, raising an eyebrow.
Wendy replied calmly, “I’m here for pole dancing.”
In the luxurious booth, Luna watched Stanley eagerly, waiting for his reaction, Stanley curved his lips into a faint smile, neither fully amused nor amused at all. “Are you addicted to selling yourself? Want to strike a deal again?”
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It was like a bucket of cold water poured over Luna, freezing her in place.
Stanley didn’t look at her again. He simply picked up a new bottle of liquor and took a long drink
At that moment, the bar manager stepped onto the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a special guest
at 1996 Bar–a little temptress, and she’s here to perform a pole dance to spice things up!”
Stanley wasn’t paying attention to the stage, nor did he have any interest in the little temptress. But the wealthy young men around him reacted, their voices full of surprize
“Damn, where did this little temptress come from? Her body is perfect!”
One of the men shouted, “Mr. Hawk, you have to see this!”
Stanley lazily lifted his eyes, glancing toward the stage. That was when he saw her–the little temptress.
She wore a black spaghetti–strap, body–hugging dress, the straps resting delicately on her smooth, fair shoulders. The dress clung to her curves, outlining her slender, seductive waist perfectly.
The key detail, however, was that she wore black stockings, which contrasted against her legs–long, toned, and perfectly shaped. Her attire was bold and alluring, a stark departure from the pure, innocent look she had worn before.
A light veil covered her face, obscuring her features, but her eyes, full of allure and mischief, flickered beneath the veil, capturing every glance.
