Chapter 640


    Chapter 640


    There was no way Weston would let Ste get her way.


    “What did you have for dinner today?” he asked, pinching her nose.


    Ste wrinkled her nose and snorted before replying,” Garlic noodles. Why?”


    “Did you forget what I told you?”


    “No,” she argued. “You told me I could eat it once a week, didn’t you? Well, I used up that chance


    today.”


    Ste stirred and stretched, then yawned and turnedzily towards Weston.


    “You promised me yourself that I could have it once a week,” she reminded him. “So you must make


    good on your words.”


    Weston leaned down and bit the tip of her nose yfully.


    “When did you learn to be this sly and use my words against me, hmm?”


    Just then, Ste sensed a faint smell of smokeing from Weston’s body.


    “Have you been smoking?” she asked, frowning.


    “Why? Does that upset you?”


    Ste turned up her nose and replied, “I can’t say I particrly like the smell…”


    Weston paused and emitted a soft, quiet chuckle.


    “You really do know how to get your way, don’t you?”


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    Ste turned over and nonchntly asked, “Has Guinevere been talking to you then?” “You know,”


    Weston began in his gravelly voice as he pressed his hand gently on her head, “sometimes I just feel


    like opening up your skull to see what exactly is inside your mind.”


    “I’m tired,” Ste yawned. She had no desire to talk to Weston right now. “I’m going to sleep now.”


    But Weston had other ideas and pinched on her nose. He was definitely not going to let her fall asleep


    just yet. “Stop it!” Ste grunted in annoyance. “I really am sleepy right now! Stop bothering me…”


    Weston gazed at her wordlessly for a while, then he suddenly got up and announced, “I’m going to take


    a shower.”


    Ste made no reply. Shey still until Weston was gone, then out of bed to get the pills from her


    handbag and quickly swallowed them.


    It had been an exhausting day at work, so Weston didn’t n to bother Ste at all. He just wanted to


    come home and fall asleep with her in his arms. But when he got back into bed, he suddenly sensed


    that Ste’s body was warmer than usual.


    Her health had been so fragiletely that it gave Weston cause for much anxiety. He was suddenly not


    sleepy anymore as he ced the palm of his hand on her forehead. “Did you catch a cold again?” he


    asked her.


    By then, the pills had begun to kick in, and Ste became overwhelmed by Weston’s intoxicating scent


    that enveloped her. She opened her eyes, but all she saw was a blur.


    “You smell so good…” she murmured hazily.


    Weston chuckled hoarsely.


    “Didn’t you say that you didn’t like the smell of cigarettes on my body?” he quizzed. “And now you’re


    saying that I smell nice? Which one is the truth then, hmm?”


    Ste stared at his Adam’s apple rolling up and down as he spoke as if mesmerized by its movements.


    The pills were now in full swing, and she could no longer control herself. She wrapped her arms around


    him lustfully, nuzzled up to his neck, and brushed her lips ever so gently against his ear. “Hurry up and


    hold me!” she whispered urgently.


    Weston’s eyes darkened dangerously.


    “Do you know what you’re doing right now?” he cautioned her.


    Ste nodded.


    “Why are you still hesitating? Are you too tired today?” Hearing that she was questioning his strength,


    Weston’s expressions changed immediately. “You’re not going to get much sleep tonight,” he stated


    rhetorically.


    As a sessful businessman, Weston always prided himself on doing what he promised. The only


    ce he would ever pull any tricks was in bed with Ste.


    But he was not in bed when he said thest sentence, and true to his words , Ste did indeed get very


    little sleep that night.


    The next day…