At that moment, Wendy felt a sharp pain in her delicate chin as Stanley tightened his grip and squeezed hard.


    Wendy furrowed her brows in difort. "You''re hurting me."


    Stanley looked at her, a faint, mocking smile tugging at his lips. "I didn''t realize you have


    so much charm."


    He had already seen many men fall for her-Lucas was the most outstanding of


    their peers,


    and even he had been caught by her. He didn''t mind that she had been married.


    Seizing the opportunity, Wendy snatched her phone back from his hand. "No matter how much charm I have, I still couldn''t capture your heart."


    She turned to leave.


    Before she could take a step, a strong arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her


    back into his chest.


    Her soft body pressed tightly against his, the thin fabric barely separating the warmth and


    hardness of their forms.


    Wendy immediately struggled. "What are you doing? If you don''t stop, I''ll scream for


    help!"


    "Wendy, have we met a long time ago?"


    Wendy froze.


    Stanley pulled out the photo-the one of her with his framed photo in the window disy.


    Wendy''s eyes widened, her pupils shrinking. How did this photo end up in his hands?


    Stanley''s gaze was locked on her face, and he asked again, "Wendy, have we met before?"


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    Wendy''s mind was spinning. She hadn''t expected this photo to find its way into his hands. What should she say now?


    Did he not remember what happened in that cave? Should she tell him, try to awaken his


    memories?


    But he was with Jessica now-he loved Jessica so much.


    Wendy pressed his broad chest, trying to push him away, her delicate body wriggling in his hold. "Does it really matter?"


    She twisted like a little serpent in his arms, and Stanley''s body, which had been stiff for so long, suddenly tingled with the sensation. His breathing grew heavier. Hisrge hand slipped around her waist, pressing firmly.


    His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, "Wendy, I want to know-how long have you had feelings for me?"


    He wanted to know how long she had had feelings for him?


    Would he mock her with the information afterward?


    He didn''t have the right to!


    Wendy stood on her tiptoes and bit down on the corner of his lips.


    Stanley winced in pain as her bite broke skin.


    He held back the pain,zily swallowing and coaxing her in a low, husky voice, "Not here.


    Someone might see."


    Wendy hadn''t heard him speak like that in ages-gentle, indulgent, full of desire. Wendy released her grip and took a step back.


    Stanley''s gaze was hot, never leaving her face. "How did you be so bold?"


    Wendy shot him a look. "I''ve always been bold. It''s just that back then, to take care of you, I


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    adjusted and kept things more simple."


    Her eyes were filled with unspoken emotions-both a bit resentful and yful.


    Stanley lowered his head, sealing her lips with his.


    Wendy''s mind went nk, the world crashing down around her. Since their divorce, this


    had been their first kiss.


    She hadn''t expected him to suddenly kiss her.


    Immediately, she struggled, but hisrge hand gripped the back of her head, holding her


    firmly in ce. His overwhelming presence filled the air, and he coaxed her mouth open,


    guiding her in a slow dance of their lips.


    Earlier, they both had fondue, but Stanley hadn''t touched his utensils much. Wendy could


    taste him-the same clean, noble taste that was untouched by the world''s filth.


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