Chapter 136\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley couldn\u2019t remember the last time he kissed Wendy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All he knew now was that the sensation from the kiss was making his whole body tingle, as if he were being jolted by electricity. At that moment, she boldly penetrated his defenses, soft and teasing, like a kitten\u2019s paw swiping around a little before finally pulling him in with a gentle but irresistible tug.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley felt a surge of heat race from his spine to his brain. it was as if she had stolen his very soul.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He breathed heavily, his weight pressing down on her, his body hovering over hers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he realized his body seemed to remember her touch, he wanted to curse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He hadn\u2019t been with Jessica. Physically, at his age, he needed some passion, but he had always been emotionally . distant and never thought much of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But since he met Wendy, especially that stormy night when they had a taste of each other, it had opened a door he didn\u2019t know was there. Now, every time he touched her, that same craving came rushing back, awakening a hunger in him he couldn\u2019t ignore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was a terrible feeling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley reluctantly pulled his hand away from her delicate neck, allowing Wendy to take a deep breath of fresh air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His weight was crushing her. Wendy pushed against his broad chest, trying to get him off her. \u201cStanley, let go of me!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s eyes, sharp and bloodshot at the corners, narrowed as he propped himself up against the window, gazing down at her. \u201cAre you sure you didn\u2019t drink a milkshake?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He could still taste the sweetness on her lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy immediately covered her mouth with her hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMilkshakes are made with artificial sweeteners. They\u2019re bad for you\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThese days, most milkshakes are homemade; they\u2019re not that bad. Having one won\u2019t hurt Grandma.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her lips tasted sweet, and there was also a faint milky scent. He wasn\u2019t sure if it was the milkshake or if she was just naturally sweet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy had a youthful energy to her that Jessica, with all her refinement, lacked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley didn\u2019t speak. His gaze dropped to Wendy\u2019s lips, still shiny and red from the kiss, then shifted to her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What was he doing?\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had kissed him in a moment of panic, not because she had meant it. She had simply wanted to escape, nothing\u00a0<\/p>\n
more.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Did he want to kiss her again?\u00a0<\/p>\n
The way he was looking at her now\u2013it was so intense, so captivating.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It made him look exceptionally charming.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy suddenly crouched down, sliding from under his arm. She stepped back two paces, putting distance , between them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 136\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 BONUS\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as she moved away, the charged atmosphere that had surrounded them broke, the heat dissipating into the air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley stood up straight, trying to regain his composure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy, keeping her distance, finally said, \u201cMr. Hawk, I\u2019ve learned my lesson. If there\u2019s nothing else, I\u2019ll head back to school.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t told you that you can leave yet.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just then, a soft knock came at the door, followed by Zayn entering, carrying a stack of papers. \u201cMr. Hawk, here are the five sets of exam papers you requested.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Exams papers?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley tossed the papers into Wendy\u2019s lap. \u201cFrom now on, you\u2019re going to study hard. You\u2019re going to finish these papers tonight.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy stared at the heavy stack in disbelief. Was he serious? Was he really asking her to complete these exam papers?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Did he know who she was?\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was determined to make him a laughingstock tomorrow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But tonight, she had no choice. She had no way to fight back\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy sat down and began working on the papers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley didn\u2019t look at her again. He sat down in his black leather chair, focusing on the documents he had to review.\u00a0<\/p>\n
An hour passed without either of them noticing. The darkness of the night had fully descended. Stanley glanced up, only to see that Wendy had fallen asleep, her head resting on the table.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had fallen asleep again?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley walked over. When he saw the papers she had worked on, he froze in place\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lateefa Khanam is a contemporary romance author celebrated for her emotionally rich storytelling and unforgettable characters. Blending passion with heart-felt realism, her novels often explore themes of second chances, unspoken desires, and the quiet strength of love that grows through struggle.<\/p>\n
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