Wendy was truly terrified now. Anyone would react with fear when faced with physical assault, and she was no exception.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet go of me! Get away from me! Ah!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy struggled to escape, but just then, the door to the room was kicked open with a loud bang.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley had arrived.\u00a0<\/p>\n
37\u00a0<\/p>\n
He walked in quickly, grabbing Paul by the collar and yanking him off Wendy. Without a second thought, he threw a solid punch right into Paul\u2019s face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Paul crashed to the floor, but Stanley wasn\u2019t done. He gave Paul a second punch, followed by a third\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
Paul\u2019s face was soon covered in blood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy sat up, calling out his name. \u201cStanley\u2026 Stanley\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley left Paul lying on the ground and rushed to Wendy\u2019s side. She was trembling, clearly shaken.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s eyes scanned her, and the sight nearly stopped his heart. There was a red, swollen handprint on her cheek from where Paul had slapped her. Her skirt had been pushed up so high that her pale thighs were exposed, marked with red bruises where Paul had gripped her. The sight of her being so brutally violated left Stanley seething with fury.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had walked in to find Paul on top of her, her legs spread wide. The image of that had made his blood boil.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s voice was low and tense as he asked, \u201cDid he assault you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s pale eyes filled with tears. \u201cNo\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure? Let me check.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley lifted her skirt just enough to reveal her white underwear. There was no sign of assault.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Relief washed over him, but the anger still gnawed at him. He wanted to get up and beat Paul senseless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Wendy reached out, her arms locking around him, holding him tightly. \u201cStanley, please, don\u2019t. I just want to leave here. Take me away.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Paul, bloodied and lying on the carpet, was barely conscious now. His eyes were unfocused, and Stanley knew that. if he kept hitting him, he could die.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley took a deep breath, controlling his rage. He then wrapped his black coat around Wendy, holding her close as he carried her out of the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thirty minutes later, the Rolls\u2013Royce Phantom pulled up to Saville Villa. Stanley carried Wendy into the master bedroom, then gently placed her in the spacious bathtub.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He turned on the hot water, filling the tub.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy was freezing, her skin as cold as ice. Her face was pale, and only when the warm water surrounded her did she begin to feel some warmth return to her body.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His cold, harsh voice interrupted the silence. \u201cYou\u2019re wearing inakeup?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 143\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 BONUS\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy looked up, meeting Stanley\u2019s gaze. His black shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing muscular forearms and an expensive wristwatch. The hem of his trousers was damp, but the soft champagne\u2013colored light around them made him look even more like a distinguished, mature man\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes were fixed on her, sharp with anger and mockery. \u201cYou even put on lipstick?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy, still shivering, opened her mouth to speak. \u201cI\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley stood there with his hands on his hips, his expression full of frustration and anger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cToday, Dr. Ceylan was supposed to give a lecture. All the students went to hear it. And you dressed up like this? It\u2019s like you were begging for Paul to take you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy didn\u2019t know how to respond.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had barely calmed down after the terrifying ordeal, and now she felt nothing but a deep sense of injustice. Her eyes filled with tears, the moisture reflecting the dim light. Soon, large droplets began to fall from her lashes, splashing into the tub below.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She cried.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley froze, his large frame going rigid. \u201cWendy, why are you crying? Don\u2019t think for a second that your tears are going to make everything okay!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The tears kept coming, each one heavier than the last, splashing into the water below.\u00a0<\/p>\n
+<\/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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