Chapter 730

Chapter 730

Stella didn’t want to respond to him.

However, she was locked in his embrace and had her face cupped between his hands. She had no
choice but to stare right back into his deep, dark eyes.

“Weston, let me down….”.

He lifted her chin. “You’re still angry. How can I let you go yet?”

Stella squirmed in discomfort under his hot, brazen stare. She turned her face away and insisted, “I’m
not angry.” “Are you sure about that?”

Weston pinched her chin harder and forced her to look back into his eyes. “Liar, one more charge
against you.”

With that, he leaned in closer to Stella’s lips.

That fresh and familiar scent of his was an invasion of her olfactory senses. It was the smell of his
aftershave, perhaps mixed with a faint scent of tobacco from his menthol cigarettes.

It didn’t smell bad, though.

The warm gust of air from his nose and mouth lingered on her skin, numbing her wherever it touched.

Stella tried to avoid his touch and furrowed her brows.” Let’s get on the road. Stop fooling around…” He
chuckled lower and kissed her ear. “My driver drives excellently. You don’t need to worry about him.”
The driver knowingly raised the barrier between the front and back seats.

The back seats were spacious and allowed for much hanky -panky between two people.



Stella used to think that Weston was just rich and had the ability to change cars whenever he liked. But
now that she thought about it, he had clearly been driven by other motivations.

He looked every bit the sanctimonious gentleman he portrayed himself to be; even the suit he wore
was devoid of a single crease or wrinkle.

Yet, his hand was already underneath her skirt, fondling and touching her sensitive spots.

His face looked cold and distant, as if the passionate, exploring hand didn’t belong to him.

Stella lowered her head and pursed her lips tightly. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning softly. She
buried her face into the crook of his shoulder, not wanting him to see the look on her face.

A man as wicked as Weston would never allow her to have her way. He lifted her face, not wanting to
miss a single expression on her face.

It was still early.

For the ordinary office worker, a new day had just begun.

By the time Stella got out of the car, her clothes were in a mess, and her skirt was crumpled beyond
belief.

Weston’s suit remained impeccably neat, leaving no trace of the passionate lovemaking a moment
ago.

Stella placed her hand on the door handle and was about to leave the car when Weston hugged her
waist from behind. “Who are you intending to show yourself to, in your current state?”

Stella looked down at her own clothes and took a deep breath. “I told you not to tear my clothes. Who
was the one who completely ignored me?”



Her complaint merely earned a chuckle from him. “Wear my jacket.”

He shrugged off his jacket and put it on Stella.

Stella could clearly feel the difference in their body sizes.

His jacket could almost cover her entire body. In fact, it probably sufficed as a dress for her.

She furrowed her brows.

“This will probably attract more attention once I leave the car.”

Weston remained silent as he concentrated on wrapping her up tight. He opened the car door and
strode out.

Stella instinctively shrank back in his embrace, not wanting to show her face.

Weston decided to just haul her up in his arms.

She could only feel him striding forward confidently, unsure of where he was actually headed to.

A moment later, she heard a “ding” of what she presumed to be an elevator.

She finally stuck her head out and looked around her. When she saw no one else around, she asked
Weston,” Where are you bringing me to?”

Weston pressed her head back into his embrace. “You’ll know when we get there.”

He liked seeing her hiding in his arms so timidly, relying so completely on him.


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