Chapter 139\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 139\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley reached for the wardrobe door and opened it. Inside he found Wendy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was curled up in the corner of the wardrobe, her small frame tucked in tightly. Her long, black hair fell in soft waves. When the door opened, her sleepy, clear eyes, still heavy with sleep, snapped up at him like that of a startled \u2018deer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
M\u00a0<\/p>\n
At that moment, she looked so vulnerable, almost like a secret lover hiding from the wife, forcing her to flee from his bed and hide in his wardrobe so that she wouldn\u2019t get caught.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley furrowed his brow. \u201cWhat are you doing hiding in here?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy had just woken up; the sound of Jessica\u2019s voice outside startled her from her sleep. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was in his lounge, in Stanley\u2019s bed. She couldn\u2019t remember how she\u2019d ended up there; the last thing she remembered was falling asleep at the desk.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With Jessica about to burst in and confront her, Wendy had panicked and crawled into the wardrobe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She looked at Stanley and asked softly, \u201cHas Jessica left?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley didn\u2019t answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy tilted her head back slightly, her lips curving into a playful grin. \u201cI saw Jessica coming, so I hid. Mr. Hawk, don\u2019t you think I\u2019m a good girl?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley remained silent. Good girl? More like the opposite.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy then attempted to stand, but after being cramped in the wardrobe for so long, her legs had gone numb. She tumbled forward, collapsing onto the carpet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s large, strong hand shot out just in time, catching her slender arm and steadying her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy rubbed her numb leg, still trying to regain feeling. Thanks, Mr. Hawk.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley watched her, his gaze lingering as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a delicate profile. His lips pressed together, and in a low voice, he uttered, \u201cNext time, if a man doesn\u2019t tell you to hide, you don\u2019t need to sneak off. Understand?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy shivered at his words. Did he really think she wanted to hide?\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was his wife. Jessica was the one who didn\u2019t belong here.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy thought it was pathetic, hiding like that. She had to admit, it felt absurd.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI was afraid Jessica might hit me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley let out a sharp laugh. \u201cYou\u2019re worried you can\u2019t win in a fight against her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had pinned Paul down and knocked him around, and now she was worried about Jessica?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy lifted her gaze to meet his. \u201cI can win, but I\u2019m afraid you\u2019d help her.\u201c.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t that Wendy was afraid of Jessica\u2013she was afraid he\u2019d help Jessica,\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s clear, dark eyes locked onto his handsome face as he asked with a serious tone, \u201cIf Jessica and I really did get into a fight one day, who would you help?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 139\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 BONUS\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley stared at her, silent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was clear\u2013his silence said everything. He\u2019d help Jessica\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jessica was the one he cherished. He had given her so much confidence that she, a homewrecker, could prance around like she was the legitimate wife.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy slowly and firmly pulled her arm back from his grasp.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s hand dropped to his side.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy, confused, asked, \u201cMr. Hawk, how did I end up in your lounge?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s face remained emotionless. \u201cYou fell asleep at the desk last night. When you woke up, you ran straight to my lounge and shamelessly slept in my bed.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
What?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy gasped, unable to believe what she was hearing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWait, last night\u2026 Did I sleep alone, or did I\u2026sleep with you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her wide, innocent eyes were filled with genuine confusion She clearly didn\u2019t remember how she had ended up clinging to his neck, pressing herself into his embrace.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Since she didn\u2019t remember, Stanley thought it was best to forget as well. After all, what had happened last night had been an accident.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley smirked, a mocking curve to his lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWendy, what are you expecting? Do you think I would sleep with you? No, I slept on the couch last night.\u201d\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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