Chapter 650


    Chapter 650


    Weston’s eyes turned dark. “Where did you learn this from? Negotiation and keeping scores.” “I’ve


    already suffered in your hands once, and I needed to learn how to protect myself.” Ste suddenly


    leaned closer and positioned her chin in his palm. She looked innocently at him. “Didn’t you say that


    you like me?”


    She turned her face up at him, shooting him a look that looked dangerously like the look she gave him


    last night.


    She waspletely at his mercy, with tears falling down her cheeks, either from ecstasy or unfulfilled


    desires. Weston pinched her chin and bit the corner of her lip.


    Only after she yelped in pain did he finally let go.


    “As you wish,” he said.


    At Fern University.


    Ste saw Roger holding a book in his hand and sprinting towards her. She immediately strode to him


    with brisk steps. “Slow down! Why don’t you have an umbre with you?”


    Roger rushed under the shelter of her umbre, cing one arm over her shoulders and the other


    taking over the umbre from her.


    Both of them walked in the rain towards the entrance of the school.


    “I saw that it was just a short walk and didn’t want to keep you waiting.” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    Ste looked at him helplessly, “Don’t be like this next time. You haven’t fully recovered, don’t expose


    yourself to the rain.”


    “All right, I got it,” Roger had her nag about this for the umpteenth time.


    Ste red at him, which made him say solemnly, “I really got it. I won’t do it again.”


    Ste heaved a sigh of relief.


    He was too young and energetic, often neglecting his own health. He seldom took her words seriously


    and would only pay more attention whenever she pretended to be angry.


    “Why did youe alone today? Where is Riley?” Ste asked.


    Roger rubbed his nose and said, clearly ufortable with the shift in topic. “Why are you asking


    about her? She’s not your sister.”


    Ste red at her. “Can’t you treat her better?”


    “Why must I? She’s not my sister.”


    “But she likes you. Can’t you tell?”


    “So what? Must I like her back just because she likes me?”


    “Roger Sealey!” Ste raised her voice.


    Roger immediately piped down. “All right, all right. Let’s stop talking about her.” The two walked out of


    the school entrance and hailed a cab.


    When Roger heard the destination Ste had in mind, he asked, “Ste, did you strike it rich? Why are


    we going to such an expensive ce?”