Chapter 339


    Chapter 339


    It was supposed to be a word of concern, but it sounded different when he was the one who said it.


    Ste clenched her fists and opened her eyes.


    “It was just an ident. You have no right to interfere with my decision!”


    The man‘s face sank. “Who has if I don‘t?”


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    He tilted her chin and made her look at him. Bending down, he took her in his arms.


    “How can I let you stay any longer after you had an ident in just a short time?”


    She frowned and forced herself to suppress her emotions. Looking at him calmly, she said, “. Aren‘t


    you busy today? Why did youe over?”


    “What do you think?” Weston asked in return. Seeing her being stubborn, he suddenly got a little upset


    and bit the corner of her lips. “Why are you so angry?” He already sensed that she was not in the right


    mood when he came in. She was a bit repulsed by him.


    Although her obedience was mere pretence, she was only acting like her old self, but she did not even


    want to do that now.


    She closed her eyes and suddenly chuckled. She straightened her back in his arms. “Help me get


    something.”


    “What is it?”


    “That bag on the coffee table. I want some candy!”


    The man stared at her, as if trying to read her mind from the expression on her face.


    Seeing that he did not move, she broke away from his embrace without saying anything and went to


    get it herself. Suddenly, he held her shoulders and pressed her against the bedside rail, cupping her


    face and kissing her. Only after experiencing her moment of tenderness and affection that he knew how


    unbearable her indifference to him was. Even if her previous good behavior, obedience,


    submissiveness, and all were pretence. It was only a show for him.


    Yet he liked it.


    So, when she returned to her cold self, just like when they reunited, he could not control his animosity.


    He kissed her, wanting to cover her with his scent so that she had nowhere to escape. He wanted to


    make her unable to face him with this repulsive expression, so that she would have only him in her


    eyes and in her heart, just like in the past, and could not resist anything from  him.


    She struggled at first. In the end, she just let him be. Like a doll, she let him fiddle with her however he


    liked without saying a word. Considering that this was a hospital, he finally stopped. His forehead


    against hers, he breathed heavily.


    She was gasping as well. Her lips were swollen, and the corner of her lips was bleeding, making her


    look very pitiful. It was especially her pale face that stirred the man‘s emotions. With his calloused


    thumb, he touched the corner of her lips and asked with a hoarse voice,” Does it hurt?”


    She shook her head and suddenly curled the corners of her lips upward,ughing. Only thatugh was


    ironic–so ironic that she was unwilling to say anything to mock herself. He lowered his head and


    sucked her lips.


    Then, he stood up and walked to the coffee table to get her bag.


    “Since when do you like candy?”


    He opened her bag and took a red velvet box out of it. He frowned.


    She looked at his face andughed. “It‘s a gift from somebody after all. I don‘t want to waste it.”


    “Who was this from?” He sat beside her and took her into his arms. Holding the box with one hand, he


    opened it with another. Apart from the chocte and toffees, there was an exquisitely crafted card. He


    caught a glimpse of the two names on it, written side by side. ‘Weston and Guinevere.‘