After finishing their shopping spree at the mall, Cecelia brought Wendy directly to 1996 Bar. Tonight, she was determined to throw a celebration party for Wendy.<\/p>\n
Wendy hadn\u2019t expected to run into Stanley and his friends here, but she could hear their mocking remarks.<\/p>\n
She recognized Benny and the others in the luxury booth. They were part of Stanley\u2019s circle, and Benny was Stanley\u2019s close friend. Back when Stanley had a whirlwind romance with Jessica, they were all fans of Jessica, with Benny even regarding her as Stanley\u2019s future wife.<\/p>\n
Over the past three years, Wendy had never truly integrated into their group. None of them ever accepted her.<\/p>\n
The labels they plastered on her were always the same: desperate substitute bride, ugly duckling, country bumpkin, and the like.<\/p>\n
When a man didn\u2019t love you, his friends wouldn\u2019t respect you either.<\/p>\n
Cecelia, already fuming, rolled up her sleeves, ready to confront them. \u201cI\u2019m going to tear their mouths apart!\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy quickly held her back. \u201cCecelia, forget it! We\u2019re divorced now\u2014there\u2019s no need to stoop to their level.\u201d<\/p>\n
Seeing Wendy\u2019s calm and indifferent demeanor, Cecelia reluctantly held back her temper. Then, as more and more people began to notice Wendy and exclaimed, calling her an angel, Cecelia\u2019s mood improved. \u201cWendy, let\u2019s go. Time to party.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cecelia dragged Wendy to another luxury booth and waved her hand grandly. \u201cBring all the male hosts from 1996 Bar over here!\u201d<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, back at Stanley\u2019s booth, Benny and the others continued to mock Wendy. That was when they felt an icy and sharp gaze fall upon them.<\/p>\n
Looking up, they saw Stanley lazily lifting his cold gaze to glare at them.<\/p>\n
His expression was chilling, displeased, and full of warning. The men stopped laughing, and they immediately shut up, not daring to speak ill of Wendy again.<\/p>\n
Benny glanced at Stanley. Although Stanley had never paid much attention to Wendy, she had, after all, cared for him diligently for three years. It seemed Stanley still held some regard for that.<\/p>\n
At that moment, the commotion around them grew louder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow, what a stunning angel!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2018An angel? Where?\u2019<\/p>\n
Following the direction of the crowd\u2019s gaze, Benny looked ahead and was instantly dumbfounded. \u201cHoly crap, she really is an angel.\u201d<\/p>\n
The other rich young men were equally astonished, their eyes glued to her. \u201cWhen did such a stunning angel begin existing in Hovendale? How have we never seen her before?\u201d<\/p>\n
Benny nudged Stanley. \u201cStanley, look! It\u2019s an angel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stanley, who had no shortage of women around him, wasn\u2019t interested. He had seen all kinds of women\u2014slim, curvy, and everything in between. He had no intention of looking, but Wendy\u2019s booth happened to be right across from theirs.<\/p>\n
When Stanley glanced over, he saw Wendy.<\/p>\n
Without her black-framed glasses and her usual dull, conservative attire, she revealed a delicate, fair face, her naturally exquisite bone structure, and ethereal beauty shining through. Her long, glossy black hair flowed gracefully over her shoulders, making her look like a true angel.<\/p>\n
Stanley paused, staring at her for two full seconds.<\/p>\n
Benny was excited. \u201cStanley, what do you think of the angel?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another rich young man chimed in, \u201cMr. Hawk probably doesn\u2019t think much of her. Mr. Hawk likes delicate beauties like Jessica, not cold, aloof angels.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut look at her legs! Her legs are just as stunning as Jessica\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy was wearing a short, Chanel-inspired dress, shedding her usual conservative style and showing her legs for the first time.<\/p>\n
Her legs were perfectly proportioned\u2014slender yet shapely. Those were legs that could make any man\u2019s imagination run wild.<\/p>\n
She looked just as good as Jessica.<\/p>\n
Stanley stared at the \u2018angel\u2019 for a moment and couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that she looked familiar, as if he\u2019d seen her somewhere before.<\/p>\n
Just then, a line of male hosts walked in, all tall and handsome, forming a row in front of Wendy.<\/p>\n
Cecelia grinned. \u201cWendy, make your pick of eight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Deciding to indulge herself to celebrate her escape from the misery of marriage, Wendy smiled and pointed. \u201cYou, you, you\u2026 All of you stay.\u201d<\/p>\n
Benny counted aloud. \u201cOne, two, three\u2026 Eight! She actually picked eight male hosts at once!\u201d<\/p>\n
The other rich young men laughed. \u201cWhy waste money? If the angel just asked, we\u2019d serve her for free.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone chuckled.<\/p>\n
Ding!<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s phone buzzed again with a notification. Picking it up, he glanced at it to see what Wendy had spent on this time.<\/p>\n
[Dear VVIP user, your card ending in 0975 has been charged 500,000 dollars at 1996 Bar for eight male hosts.]<\/p>\n
Stanley froze, staring at the words before raising his eyes toward the so-called angel across the room.<\/p>\n
If that wasn\u2019t Wendy, who else could it be?<\/p>\n
Stanley was speechless.<\/p>\n
Eight male hosts surrounded Wendy, pouring drinks into her glass. \u201cLet\u2019s play a drinking game.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cecelia clapped happily. \u201cYes, let\u2019s play!\u201d<\/p>\n
In the first round, Wendy lost. One of the male hosts handed her a drink. \u201cPlease drink some.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy took a sip, but the other male hosts protested. \u201cWhy drink his and not ours? We want to serve you too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Surrounded by all the attention, Wendy found it impossible to keep up, overwhelmed by the \u2018sweet burden\u2019 of their pampering.<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s eyes narrowed, his handsome features tensing into a grim expression. Without a word, he stood up and strode out.<\/p>\n
Benny was taken aback. \u201cStanley? Where are you going?\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy was about to take another drink when a large, strong hand reached over, grabbed her slender wrist, and pulled her up like she was a rag doll. Startled, she looked up to see Stanley\u2019s handsome face suddenly looming over her.<\/p>\n
She froze for a second, then quickly tried to break free. \u201cStanley, let go of me!\u201d<\/p>\n
His face darkened and he dragged her away without a word.<\/p>\n
Cecelia stood up. \u201cStanley, what are you doing? Let Wendy go!\u201d<\/p>\n
Benny and the others were completely stunned. They stared, dumbfounded, as if they had just misheard something.<\/p>\n
\u201cWendy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat angel is Wendy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this the same ugly duckling Wendy we know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s actually stunning!\u201d<\/p>\n
As they watched Stanley drag Wendy away, her cold, ethereal beauty still lingering in their vision, Benny muttered, \u201cDamn, Wendy, who no longer chases after Stanley, just turned into a full-blown angel!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2013<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s grip was firm and unrelenting, like an iron shackle. No matter how much Wendy struggled, she couldn\u2019t break free.<\/p>\n
His strides were long, forcing Wendy to stumble as she tried to keep up. \u201cStanley, let go of me!\u201d<\/p>\n
Finally, Stanley stopped and flung her backward. Wendy\u2019s slender frame collided against the cold wall behind her.<\/p>\n
Before she could regain her balance, Stanley\u2019s tall figure loomed over her, pressing her against the wall.<\/p>\n
His eyes burned with fury. \u201cWendy, do you think I\u2019m dead, playing around like this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
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