Chapter 79
The moment he called himself “Mommy“, Stanley was relieved no one else had heard it but him.
He had his pride, after all! He’d never done anything like this in his life!
Fortunately, Wendy seemed comforted when he said, “Mommy’s here.” She burrowed into Stanley’s arms, her small hands wrapping tightly around his firm waist, and drifted back to sleep.
Stanley couldn’t help but think she was clingy. He looked down at her, noticing she wasn’t crying anymore. But the soft tears still clung to her delicate lashes, making her look so vulnerable and endearing
A smile tugged at his lips. “I’m not your mom, I’m your dad! Wendy, try calling me Daddy.”
Wendy, still fast asleep, gave no response.
Stanley wrapped his arm around her slender shoulder, settling into sleep himself.
The next morning, Wendy slowly opened her eyes.
The early morning sunlight was bright, spilling warmth across the room. It was a new day.
She tried to get up but then froze when she realized something felt off. A strong, warm arm was holding her delicate shoulder. She was lying in someone else’s arms.
She paused for a moment, then turned her head and saw Stanley’s handsome face.
Last night, Stanley hadn’t slept on the couch–he’d ended up in bed with her.
What was going on? Why was he here?
Seeing that the man hadn’t yet woken up, Wendy relaxed her body and noticed that his scent was entirely different from George’s. While George’s smell was vile, Stanley’s was clean, warm, and even expensive. It made a woman want him not just his body, but him, the man himself.
She studied his striking face and, before she could stop herself, her small hand gently, almost hesitantly, traced the strong line of his jaw.
The area was freshly shaved, but her fingers met a slight stubble, rough and prickly. It stung, sending a strange, tingly sensation up her fingers.
Just then, Stanley shifted, his eyes fluttering open.
Wendy quickly pulled her hand back, as if she was a child caught red–handed. She immediately sat up and broke the silence. “Stanley, why are you in my bed?”
Stanley, still groggy, stared at her with amused, half–lidded eyes. “Wendy, don’t you remember what happened last night?”
She truly didn’t. She remembered washing up and going to bed early–nothing more.
“What happened last night?” she asked, confusion clouding her mind.
“You dragged me into bed with you and even called me Daddy,” Stanley said, his tone light and teasing.
“What?” Wendy’s wide eyes filled with shock as she stared at him. “You’re lying!”
She grabbed a pillow and threw it at his smug face, furious.
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Chapter 79
She would never!
Stanley easily dodged the pillow and reached out to grab her delicate wrist, pulling her back into his chest.
His gaze sharpened, and a smirk curled his lips. “Call me Daddy, Come on,”
Wendy’s small face flushed bright red. What kind of twisted joke was this? She shot him an angry look and pushed him away, preparing to get up.
But just as quickly, she was pulled back again. Her hair got caught on the button of his pajamas.
“Ah, my hair!”
Wendy scrambled to free her hair, frantic. But the more she rushed, the messier it became; the strands only got tangled tighter around his button.
She shifted positions and yanked harder at her hair.
That was when Stanley’s slightly hoarse voice rumbled above her. “Wendy.”
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