Chapter 180


    Chapter 180


    The living room with yellow lights was the only dimly lit spot in the mansion. Rain had started falling


    outside, making the night seem colder. The pitter-patter of the rain resounded loudly in the ears. Ste


    weakly shoved the man pinning her down. The jarring physical disparity between the male and female


    bodies overwhelmed her. Her eyes trembled, marred with pain and heavy resistance. As ifpletely


    oblivious to it, Weston held the back of her head and forced himself upon her. He was a very


    aggressive man who desired control-Ste had already experienced his yearn


    for domination just now.


    She didn’t understand-if Weston’s sense of possessiveness was so strong over his own woman, why


    did he allow Guinevere to be cast in the first ce? From what she knew, the movie Guinevere had


    acted in after clinching the Best Female Actor award was littered with intimate scenes that bordered on


    obscene.


    This was probably because she was a mistress, one stripped of any say and defense in the matter. Her


    only role was submission.


    Guinevere, however, was different. She was hiswful wife, and they were equals in their


    rtionship. Weston definitely treated Guinevere with respect and love, unlike the impudence he


    disyed while manhandling her. After straightening out her thoughts, Ste put up no further


    resistance and her arms plopped weakly by her side.


    Weston observed the change in her stance and stopped.


    Panting slightly, it was as though he was egging a response out of Ste to his action. Instead of


    looking at her, he stood up and went straight to the washroom.


    A momentter.


    The sound of water falling from shower sounded. Ste curled up on the couch, hugging herself. She


    shut her eyes and let fatigue wash over her.


    Doubts started arising in her heart.


    Just now, she had thought that Weston was all ready to go. It made her so tensed that she thought she


    might break anytime. Yet, he stopped himself mid-way. Such a feeling of not knowing when the torture


    woulde was worse than having a knife on the neck


    Ste was repulsed by the thought of being intimate with him, yet she had no choice but to force herself


    to bear with it.


    She did not want things to go on this way.


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    She slowly opened her eyes. As long as there was a chance to escape from Weston’s clutch, any


    chance at all, she was willing to give it a shot. When the door of the washroom was opened from the


    inside, Ste was still seated on the couch, unmoved.


    Beads of water still hung on Weston’s body as he sat down before her and carried her in his arms all


    the way into the bedroom.


    It was the bedroom that Ste was familiar with. Heid next to her, his arm on her waist as he hugged


    her from behind and shut his eyes.


    It was when his breath started slowing down that Ste finally let her guard down. She was wide awake


    till the middle of the night when finally, she could no longer take the fatigue and fell asleep.


    The next day was the weekend. When she awoke, she realized that Weston was still in the room.


    The moment she opened her eyes, she heard the flipping of a book’s pages.


    She pulled open the sheets and sat up to see a man seating on the couch right opposite the bed,


    holding up a book. With a ck silken sleeping robezily draped over his body, hisrge hands


    casually turned over the pages of the book. It was a rather pleasant sight to the eye. The sunlight


    filtered in through the curtains and it glimmered against his dark, luscious hair. He lifted his eyes and


    looked at Ste, a gentle look that was devoid of all of yesterday’s unhappiness. “You’re up?” Ste


    nodded wordlessly. Slowly, she stood up and went to the washroom to freshen up.