Chapter 165\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley was angry now\u2013angry that she had said this was the last time and that he shouldn\u2019t come looking for her\u00a0<\/p>\n
after this.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s soft red lips moved toward him, but he impatiently pushed her away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
However, her small hand, which had been resting on his shoulder, moved to wrap around his neck, pulling herself closer to him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cStanley, don\u2019t push me away!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her clear, shimmering eyes locked onto his, her voice soft but firm, with a hint of a playful lilt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The challenge in her tone made his muscles tighten.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSame condition,\u201d she continued. \u201cThis is our secret. I won\u2019t tell Jessica.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She kissed him again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s narrowed eyes darkened, blood rushing to his face. A man who had tasted that kind of pleasure once was like a wild animal, occasionally yearning for and remembering that feeling. Her boldness, her clinginess, easily sparked the fire within him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He gave up resisting, and as she pressed forward, he took control, his large hand gripping her smooth, fragrant shoulder. He wanted to pull her onto his lap.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Honk!\u00a0<\/p>\n
A sharp honking sound interrupted them, the traffic light had turned green.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The car behind them quickly drove around, probably holding back frustration at the sight of the Rolls\u2013Royce and its high\u2013status license plate, knowing they couldn\u2019t afford to make a fuss.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley and Wendy quickly pulled apart. Wendy\u2019s face turned bright red as she sat back down, recalling the fact that they were in the car.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley pressed the gas, and the luxury car sped down the road again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Neither of them spoke. Stanley\u2019s hand rested on the steering wheel, his other hand, adorned with a luxury watch, falling to his side.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then, a small, soft hand reached over and lightly brushed against his fingers with her delicate pinky finger. Stanley felt his heart stir, as if a feather had gently brushed against it, sending a soft, tingling sensation through him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A good partner like her knew how to turn him on, understanding his every subtle gesture.\u00a0<\/p>\n
9\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley took hold of her pinky finger, gently squeezing it before intertwining his hand with hers, pulling her delicate hand into his warm palm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His large hand held hers firmly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The awkwardness from earlier faded away. Wendy turned to look out the window. \u201cWhere are we going now?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley hummed lazily in response. \u201cHmm?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cA hotel? Or your place?\u201d Wendy asked tentatively.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 165\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 BONUS\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley didn\u2019t answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Soon, Wendy realized they weren\u2019t headed to a hotel or his villa; he had taken the car onto the highway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was driving onto the highway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s small face turned as red as a ripened apple. He had helped her, and this was her debt to repay.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her soft, delicate body leaned in again. Her soft red lips kissed his cheek and jaw, her hand slowly finding its way to his well\u2013built chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Stanley pulled her hand away, his deep, magnetic voice rasping with a teasing edge. \u201cIs that all you can do?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was a hard edge to his demeanor. His gaze on her was intense, the way a mature man would look at a sultry woman, filled with mischief and desire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She realized it\u2013sometimes, Stanley could be quite raunchy\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy raised her delicate brow slightly, her youthful, innocent features tinged with a soft, enticing charm. \u201cOf course not. I\u2019m quite skilled, you know.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHeh.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A low, raspy laugh rumbled from Stanley\u2019s throat. \u201cIs that so? Let\u2019s see then.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice carried the playful, flirty tone of a man enjoying the game.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy kissed his thin lips, trailing kisses down his neck\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy returned to the girls\u2018 dorm, looking exhausted. Then, as if her life had been drained out of her, she slept for two whole days.\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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