Chapter 92
Chapter 92 A long time had passed, but he didn’t respond.
Weston acted as though he hadn’t heard what she had said. He leisurely walked to the counter and
grabbed a delicate ss. He poured himself a ss of water and asked her, “Do you want some?”
He acted so naturally as though they were close, like a couple who had been married for a long time.
Ste’s intention was clear. She repeated herself, “Are we not going to start? Aren’t you afraid? What if
Guinevere suddenly returns?”
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Based on what she knew, Weston was already married to Guinevere. They were definitely living
together. They had a newborn child at home. Ste certainly did not think that Weston would be bold
enough to take her to him home with Guinevere.
This was probably his other property.
At a nce, the unit’s decor was minimalistic. It was mostly ck and white, exuding a cool and
monotone vibe. The unit was mostly filled with a man’s items. There was no trace of a woman’s
presence.
“It’ste. If you don’t go back, won’t Guinevere look for you?” She remembered the phone call from
Guinevere in the room earlier and smiled sarcastically.
She had always thought that Weston loved Guinevere. But when she thought more about it, it seemed
like Weston’s love was limited.
Otherwise, he would not have gone to a ce like that without Guinevere’s knowledge. He would not
have to bring Ste home either.
Weston finished the cold water in a gulp. He lowered his eyes and looked at the cold reflection
from the counter: “Are you so worried that she’lle over?”
Ste turned sideways and reminded him with an ironic tone, “Mr. Ford, don’t you know? With this
situation, it’s only reasonable for Guinevere to push all the me onto me. She’d parade my sins on
the street. You forced me toe here, but I’ll be the culprit to her! You’re the one sinning, but she’ll
take it out on me twice as hard!”
Weston frowned and said in a low voice, “I won’t let it happen.”
“You’ve allowed it to happen once.”
Ste cut him off. “Besides, I almost died that time…”
He mmed the ss heavily on the table, making a loud ng.
The man strode to her and almost uncontrobly pulled her into his arms. Without any other warning,
he tipped her chin up before taking her mouth in a hard kiss.
His tolerance for Ste had gotten better, but that did not mean she could act willfully.
He did not want her to say anything about that again. He did not want to hear her talk about death.
Ste resisted fiercely at first, but it was useless. All thought of resistance faded, and she instead
rxed her arms and let him do whatever he wanted with an empty heart.
She closed her eyes. Her face paled, and even her lips were losing their color. A nauseating feeling
kept surging in her stomach. It was unbearable.
Weston was getting more and more addicted to her. It had been a long time since he had touched her
like this.
His hand kneaded around her waist, implying his strong needs. Just as his hand was about to reach
under her dress, Ste suddenly opened her eyes and could not help retching. In that instant, all the
steamy atmosphere was gone.
Weston let go but fixed his cold eyes on her.
He watched as she ran to the trash can and vomited everything out. The man gazed at her under
hooded lids. He looked down at her with a thunderous emotions rumbling in him. When Ste finally
calmed down a little, he asked raspily, “It’s just a kiss. Why are you overreacting? How are you going to
get through itter?’ He was not going to hurt Ste. He just wanted her by his side for the night.
However, after watching her reaction just now, something violent throbbed in him. She kept rejecting
him, but he refused to grant her wish.
As tears welled up in her eyes, she closed her eyes. She had to vomit out almost everything to forget
the disgusting touch just now. Disgusting!
When he kissed her, she felt sick.