Chapter 163


    Chapter 163


    Ste was startled at first, but she quickly regained herposure. “Are we starting now?” she asked.


    Ste’s words might sound vague, but Weston knew exactly what she meant. The desire that had


    cropped up in him just nowpletely dissipated in a moment. “I don’t have the mood now even if you


    begged for it!” he snapped, shoving Ste away.


    Weston then dashed back into the bedroom and mmed the door shut.


    Ste stared at the closed door silently with disbelief. The night was still young. The television in the


    living room was still on. Ste walked towards the sofa and was about to sit down when amercial


    starring Guinevere Cohen came up. The sight incited aplicated mix of feelings in Ste’s heart.


    Her eyes were glued on the woman on the screen. Scenes from the past shed across her eyes.


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    Ste leaned against the backrest, grabbed a pillow, and curled up on the sofa. She was wearing a


    long white cotton dress. Her long hair fell softly on her shoulders. The moonlight that shone on her


    dainty face made her skin look translucent. She was utterly perplexed. Weston had treated her so


    cruelly because of Guinevere in the past, so why would he lock Ste up in their former home and not


    allow her to leave now?


    Could it be that he really missed those days when they were married?


    Ste snorted at the thought. She picked up the remote and turned off the television theny down on


    the sofa and closed her eyes.


    It was now past midnight.


    Weston stared at his bedroom door that was closed shut. There had been no movements there at all


    the whole night. He did not lock the door, but Ste didn’t even try toe in.


    Weston’s face was glum. He grew impatient and tossed the nket aside, got up from his bed and


    stomped into the living room where he saw the wispy figure of a woman lying on the sofa


    Ste was all curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. Weston walked over to her, his tall frame cast a long


    shadow across Ste’s body as if she was covered by a nket. Ste suddenly frowned and tossed


    and turned in her sleep. She scrunched up her nose like a tiny creature that was braving the cold. She


    didn’t even have a nket on her, only a small pillow that was hugging tightly. The burning aroger


    inside him frittered away at the sight of her fragile figure. He kneeled down in front of her and caressed


    her face with his long singers, s ythes dhorce, then wenied alitua altanter every time he saw her. The


    skin under


    11 the might disappear


    veins under her skin very visible. She looked pale and fragile, yet she surprisingly possessed incredible


    tenacity. Weston felt that perhaps there was nothing wrong with them going on like this. Ste might


    disagree now, but anything could change with time. He was a patient hunter who now had his prey right


    in his trap, what was wrong with letting her struggle for a little while? She wouldn’t be able to escape


    now anyway.


    His callus-covered fingers slid down from her cheeks to her lips. He leaned over slightly and was about


    to kiss her…


    “Weston!” Ste suddenly mumbled in her sleep. “Please believe me…


    “If you save me, Guinevere will be fine. If you save her, I’ll die…


    “Believe me, I’ll really die…


    “My baby, I’m so sorry…” Weston froze as if he was hit by lightning. His eyes trembled violently, but his


    body was paralyzed.