Chapter 370

Stella could not avoid it. Drenched in water, she shivered with her arms crossed.

Weston stared at her coldly, as if he did not see it.

After a while, he directly squeezed into the bathtub and stretched out his hand to trap her between the
wall and himself.

She had nowhere to escape.

He did not leave the slightest gap for her, so she could only face him directly.

She put her hands on his chest and clutched his buttons tightly. He put one hand on his waist and
another one under her chin. “I wanted to spare you at first, but you always have to provoke me so much,
Stella.”

The water spraying out of the shower did not get hot. The two just stood there in the cold water, looking
at each other through the hazy water. No one made any further movement. As she was pinned against
the wall, her back was cold and a little sore. She seemed to sense that there was no escape tonight, and
her hands slowly dropped, as if she was at his mercy.

This irritated the man even more.

He picked her up directly. Leaving a trail of water along the way, he strode into the bedroom and
slammed the door. Joan had made supper for them. Hearing the door slam shut with a loud bang, she
froze in the hallway.

She looked fixedly at the door and finally left quietly, taking the food with her.

The two were drenched.



He stripped off his shirt and then found the largest bath towel in the closet and wrapped her in

After wiping her body, he threw her into the big bed. She sat up straight but remained silent.

The man did not show any intention of talking to her. He just unbuckled his belt and tossed it aside in
front of her.

He walked up to her and kneeled on one knee. “Do you still remember?” He held her head with his big
hand and pulled her closer as his low and hoarse voice rang in her ears. “Do you still remember what
happened in this bed a year ago?”

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes firmly.

She remembered.

She would never forget.

But she never wanted to relive it again.

This time, Guinevere‘s condition was more severe than any other time in the past. She practically
smashed the entire office and could not stop. “Where is he? Where the hell is he?” She kept making calls
and questioning the people on the other end of the phone. “Where did he go when he was not at Lowe
Garden? “Is he in The Dog House? Or somewhere else? Go investigate!” It was supposed to be her and
Weston‘s wedding anniyersary, but there was nothing until now. She initially thought that he would be
with her, but he left just after a phone call. She had asked many people, including Xavier, Henry, and
others, but nobody knew where he was!

He said it was work, but she did not find him at the office either.

Where the hell did he go? Hayden had something to do and temporarily handed the job over to his
colleague. His colleague did not expect it to be a hot potato. “Calm down, Ms. Cohen! This is my office.”



He was in a very tricky situation. Guinevere was already showing manic symptoms. She was already in
such a severe stage; why did they let her come to see the doctor alone?


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