Chapter 1341
Chapter 1341
Weston instantly held his breath and slowed down his movements as he let her lean against his chest in
a morefortable way.
It was only when Ste fell back to sleep again that he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the
master bedroom before gently cing her down on the king-
sized bed.
Weston was an incurable germaphobe, so he would never lie in his own bed before taking a shower, but
Ste was always an exception to his every rule.
In his eyes, she was always pure and clean.
There was a sound of rushing watering from the bathroom. Weston stared at the woman in front of
him, who was deep in sleep. For the very first time in his life, he was stumped by a great challenge–how
could he quickly give Ste a bath without waking her up?
He frowned, looked down at the urgent situation between his legs, and sighed.
With enormous self–restraint, he gave her a quick bath, swiftly wrapped her up in a towel, and tossed her
back onto the bed. 1
Ste was in such a deep sleep that she only responded by
frowning, snorting briefly, and turning over before falling back to sleep, hugging a pillow.
Weston gazed at her sweet sleeping face and sighed helplessly.
The sound of flowing water from the bathroom continued for a long time.
Weston’s tall and muscr build cast a long shadow on the ss surface.
After a very long time, he gulped in the air and let out a long, relieved sigh. His tense body finally
rxed. His hand was tightly balled up into a fist and was leaning against the wall. His arm was lined
with bulging veins.
He lowered his head. A droplet of water dripped from his inky ck hair andnded near his feet. He
snatched a towel and wrapped it around his waist, and strode out from the bathroom.
Ste was already fast asleep.
Weston wiped himself dry and pulled up the nket before sliding into the bed. He then wrapped his
arms around her from behind and pulled her into his arms.
Ste was perhaps attracted to the lingering coolness of his body as he just came out of the shower. She
sighedfortably and nuzzled against his body.
“You’re always so good at tormenting me,” he murmured huskily, his dark eyes fixed on her.
It was unclear what Ste was doing at the time, but for some reason, there was a hint of a smile on her
face.
Weston’s body tensed up from the sight. He leaned down on her head and sighed, “So you’re happy right
now, huh?”
He stroked her silky hair and gently pressed her back against his body.
“Do you have any idea how desperate of a situation I’m in right now?” he asked.
But the only reply he got was the gentle rustling sound of her breathing.
He had endured the long midsummer day, and by that time, it was almost midnight, so even Weston
eventually fell asleep too.
It was by far the calmest and deepest sleep that he had ever had in the past three years.
He held Ste tightly in his arms, breathing in the faint fragrance of her hair.
It was the scent that he had been pining for in the past three years–over a thousand sleepless nights.
Yet, now that she really was right there in his arms, he found the whole thing surreal and wondered if it
was actually happening.
He lived through long, endless years, searching in every
tormented dream, but there was no Ste. The dream felt too real, so real that he thought he was not in
a dream at all but was instead in a realistic projection of his deepest
fears.
He was ecstatic when he suddenly found Steing back from the dead, but before he had enough
time to enjoy the pleasure of getting something that he once thought was forever lost, he was hurled into
another scene–Snow Mountain.
Weston and Roger were both buried underground, but only one of them had the chance to survive.
He saw the pretty face that he’d been thinking about for days and nights appearing in front of him. She
was still so heartbreakingly beautiful, yet the words that came out of her mouth chilled him to the bones.
She told him that she would choose Roger, that she
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wanted to save Roger, and that she wanted to abandon him here.