Stanley was angry now-angry that she had said this was thest time and that he shouldn''te looking for her


    after this.


    Wendy''s soft red lips moved toward him, but he impatiently pushed her away.


    However, her small hand, which had been resting on his shoulder, moved to wrap around his neck, pulling herself closer to him.


    "Stanley, don''t push me away!"


    Her clear, shimmering eyes locked onto his, her voice soft but firm, with a hint of a yful lilt.


    The challenge in her tone made his muscles tighten.


    "Same condition," she continued. "This is our secret. I won''t tell Jessica."


    She kissed him again.


    Stanley''s narrowed eyes darkened, blood rushing to his face. A man who had tasted that kind of pleasure once was like a wild animal, asionally yearning for and remembering that feeling. Her boldness, her clinginess, easily sparked the fire within him.


    He gave up resisting, and as she pressed forward, he took control, hisrge hand gripping her smooth, fragrant shoulder. He wanted to pull her onto hisp.


    Honk!


    A sharp honking sound interrupted them, the traffic light had turned green.


    The car behind them quickly drove around, probably holding back frustration at the sight of the Rolls-Royce and its high-status license te, knowing they couldn''t afford to make a fuss.


    Stanley and Wendy quickly pulled apart. Wendy''s face turned bright red as she sat back down, recalling the fact that they were in the car.


    Stanley pressed the gas, and the luxury car sped down the road again.


    Neither of them spoke. Stanley''s hand rested on the steering wheel, his other hand, adorned with a luxury watch, falling to his side.


    Then, a small, soft hand reached over and lightly brushed against his fingers with her delicate pinky finger. Stanley felt his heart stir, as if a feather had gently brushed against it, sending a soft, tingling sensation through him.


    A good partner like her knew how to turn him on, understanding his every subtle gesture.


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    Stanley took hold of her pinky finger, gently squeezing it before intertwining his hand with hers, pulling her delicate hand into his warm palm.


    Hisrge hand held hers firmly.


    The awkwardness from earlier faded away. Wendy turned to look out the window. "Where are we going now?"


    Stanley hummedzily in response. "Hmm?"


    "A hotel? Or your ce?" Wendy asked tentatively.


    Stanley didn''t answer.


    Soon, Wendy realized they weren''t headed to a hotel or his vi; he had taken the car onto the highway.


    He was driving onto the highway.


    Wendy''s small face turned as red as a ripened apple. He had helped her, and this was her debt to repay.


    Her soft, delicate body leaned in again. Her soft red lips kissed his cheek and jaw, her hand slowly finding its way to his well-built chest.


    But Stanley pulled her hand away, his deep, maic voice rasping with a teasing edge. "Is that all you can do?"


    There was a hard edge to his demeanor. His gaze on her was intense, the way a mature man would look at a sultry woman, filled with mischief and desire.


    She realized it-sometimes, Stanley could be quite raunchy


    Wendy raised her delicate brow slightly, her youthful, innocent features tinged with


    a soft, enticing charm. "Of course not. I''m quite skilled, you know."


    "Heh."


    A low, raspyugh rumbled from Stanley''s throat. "Is that so? Let''s see then."


    His voice carried the yful, flirty tone of a man enjoying the game.


    Wendy kissed his thin lips, trailing kisses down his neck...


    Wendy returned to the girls'' dorm, looking exhausted. Then, as if her life had been drained out of her, she slept for two whole days.