Chapter 892

Their wedding day was drawing near, but Warren Ford still showed no sign of taking any action. Even Roger had been discharged from the hospital. Stella stood at the window wall of the bedroom and leaned against its frame, staring vacantly out. Suddenly she was enfolded by a warm embrace from behind. She felt a soft pair of lips brushing against her ear and nibbling at it. “What’s on your mind?” Weston asked, his voice still hoarse, having just gotten out of bed. As it was the weekend, he had a rare and cherished chance to sleep in today. “I was just wondering… Will it rain on our wedding day?” It was dark and overcast outside. Thick dark clouds covered the sky, and the humidity in the air was palpable. “No,” he whispered in her ear, his hands already under her thin nightgown. “Our wedding day will be bright and beautiful.” The rough, big palms of his hands sent waves of electric shocks as they slid across her skin. Stella tried to wriggle her way out, but he only clasped her wa