Chapter 165

Weston stood there gazing at Stella who was sound asleep on the sofa. His disheveled black hair cast a shadow across his eyes, rendering his expression impossible to read. He stayed that way for so long that he’d forgotten what time it was. It was the cold breeze that finally prompted him to go back inside. He slid the door open, sauntered over to Stella, and picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. … The next morning, Stella woke up to find herself in a tight embrace. She felt something hard bolstering her neck. She opened her eyes and saw that it was a man’s arm. “Weston,” she muttered without even thinking, trying to push the man away. But Weston did not get up. With his eyes still closed, he hugged Stella a little tighter. “Let’s sleep a little longer,” he murmured in her ear. “Okay?” Stella struggled to get up so she could check the time. “I need to go to work,” she told him. Weston pinned her body down before she could get away and pulled her back into his arms, n