After Wendy moved out of the Hawk family''s estate, she had been staying here.


    Stanley''s eyesnded on Wendy''s small bed. The sheets and pillows were neatly arranged, but her white camisole was left carelessly on the bed after her shower.


    He quickly nced at it before turning his attention to the young woman behind him.


    Wendy tried to exin herself. "I hit Paul today because-


    "Wendy, I sent you to vendale University so you could focus on your studies and learn medicine, but what have you been doing here? Sleeping in ss and fighting? You might not be as excellent as Jessica, but you shouldn''t be causing trouble. The Andrews family is demanding that you be expelled from vendale University! I don''t have the time to clean up your mess every time!"


    Stanley''s pent-up anger finally erupted. He scolded Wendy without holding back.


    Wendy stood there, silently taking in his words while watching him seethe with anger.


    He clearly wasn''t interested in hearing her exnation.


    In his eyes, she was just a disappointment that wasn''t worth his time or attention, unlike Jessica.


    The man who had treated Jessica so gently at the bar just the night before, letting her feed him grapes and drinking wine from her hand in the private room, was a world apart from the cold, impatient person standing before Wendy now.


    Jessica was the one he loved.


    Wendy was the one he despised.


    Wendy''s clear, bright eyes met his. "Mr. Hawk, I''m sorry for wasting your time."


    Stanley paused, taken aback for a moment.


    Wendy gently smiled, her lips curving up slightly. "I don''t know why Mr. Morton called you, but I''ll talk to him. You''re not my guardian. Don''t worry about me from now on."


    With that, she moved toward the door, trying to open it. "You can leave now."


    Stanley''s fury surged to its peak. In one swift motion, he grabbed her slender wrist. "Wendy, what kind of attitude is that?"


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    Wendy struggled to pull away from him, but she couldn''t. Stanley stepped back, his knee hitting the bed. In the next instant, he pulled her with him, and they both fell onto the bed.


    It was Wendy''s bed, filled with her soft, fragrant scent. Stanley wasn''t unfamiliar with this scent-he''d shared a bed with her twice before.


    For the past two days, since Wendy moved out of the Hawk family''s estate, he''d been sleeping in thepany''s lounge. He hadn''t been around her sweet scent, and now, unexpectedly, he found himself surrounded by it again.


    As she fell, Wendy''s soft, delicate bodynded against his firm, cold frame. Her hair, freshly washed, smelled like flowers, sending an unexpected jolt through Stanley''s body.


    His muscles tensed instantly, and his Adam''s apple moved as he swallowed hard.


    Wendy gasped in surprise, realizing how they ended up on the bed-her on top of him, in a familiar position. It was the same way they''d ended up thest two times.


    Who would have thought that she often ended up on top of him?


    Wendy''s small hands scrambled to push herself up from his chest.


    But before she could move, he grabbed her wrist again, holding her in ce. His voice was deep, low, and a little hoarse as he warned, "Wendy, careful where you ce your hands."


    Her soft, pale hand, still slightly stiff from the sudden fall, had identally pressed against his abs.


    "I..." She wanted to exin but couldn''t find the words.


    Stanley pulled her back into his arms, his exhausted,zy gaze fixed on the ceiling as he murmured, "Wendy, can''t you just be a little more obedient?"