Stanley had already come out of the bathroom. He had heard the entire voice message.
Wendy stood frozen, her mind blank. She jumped up in a panic. “Wait, let me explain…”
In her frantic state, her phone slipped from her hands and landed on the bed.
Cecelia’s voice message played right after, “Stanley’s in great shape–he must have a six–pack! And I’ve heard that men with long fingers are amazing in bed. Wendy, go for it and sleep with Stanley tonight!”
Wendy, who had been trying to explain, froze.
She felt like jumping off the building.
Oh, my god! What was this mess? She had started out having a serious conversation with Cecelia, but things took a wild turn, getting more inappropriate by the second.
The atmosphere had become unbearably awkward.
Wendy glanced at the man by the bathroom door, letting out a dry laugh. “So you heard all that. Just remember that those were Cecelia’s words, not mine.”
She figured it was best to throw her friend under the bus.
Stanley, freshly showered and still glistening with a light mist of water, stood there without a flicker of emotion on his handsome face. He simply said, “Go take a shower.”
“Okay.”
Wendy quickly dashed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Three seconds later, Stanley heard her panicked scream from inside. “Argh!”
She was losing her mind.
Stanley’s lips curled into a small smile as he leaned back against the doorframe.
Wendy took forever to finish in the bathroom. She had never felt so embarrassed in her entire life.
When she finally came out, Stanley was already lying in bed, his broad back lazily propped against the headboard, working on his phone.
There was only one bed in the room. If he was in it, where was she supposed to sleep?
There wasn’t even a sofa, and the idea of sleeping on the floor was completely out of the question.
Just then, the man looked up and gave her a quick glance. “What are you standing there for? Get in bed.”
He wanted her to sleep in the bed.
So, they were both going to share the bed tonight.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t shared a bed before, so Wendy didn’t overthink it. She climbed under the covers, closed her eyes, and tried to fall asleep.
Soon, she heard Stanley put down his phone and lie down beside her.
Outside, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed, but the soft light in the room made it feel warm and cozy.
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Wendy’s stiff body slowly relaxed, and she began to feel sleepy. But then, suddenly, she heard a creaking sound from the neighboring room, like a bed rocking.
This guesthouse had zero soundproofing, and Wendy’s ears perked up involuntarily. The creaking grew louder.
Wendy wasn’t sure what was happening next door, but then she heard the unmistakable sound of a woman moaning softly–pleasure mixed with restraint.
Wendy, who had never dealt with these matters before, was slow to react, but she soon realized what was going on.
Her small, flawless face turned bright red once again, burning hot.
What kind of day was this? She was here with Stanley, listening to someone else’s live show.
Wendy stole a glance at Stanley. He was lying still beside her, his eyes open, but he didn’t seem to be asleep.
Wendy, her face still flushed, mumbled, “It’s a bit noisy next door, huh?”
Stanley turned his head, his gaze landing on her flushed face. He smirked slightly. “I thought you’d ask what’s going on next door.”
Wendy went silent.
So he thought she was asking on purpose.
Just like before, he probably assumed she was pretending not to know when she asked about the extra charges. Wendy tugged the blanket closer to her, burying her face in it, wishing she could disappear.
Stanley’s lips curved into an amused smile. Her cute, embarrassed reaction had clearly entertained him.
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