Wendy''s delicate body was nestled in his oversized suit, her small face flushed with a faint rosy hue.


    Stanley didn''t wake her. He opened the car door, stepped our, and gently lifted Wendy in his arms, cradling her like a delicate treasure.


    As Stanley carried Wendy to his floor, he ran into Samuel, who had just stepped outside. "Oh, you brought her Ivick. Is she asleep? I''ll take it from here."


    Samuel reached out, ready to take Wendy from Stanley.


    However, Stanley had no intention of handing, Wendy over. He walked around Samuel, holding Wendy securely as he made his way into his apartment.


    "Mr. Hawk," Samuel called out to him from behind.


    Stanley paused for a moment.


    Looking at him, Samuel continued, "We''re all adults here. If you love her, love her with everything you have. If


    and you don''t, then let her go. ying between Wendy and Jessica like this isn''t fair to either of them, dit''s going to hurt everyone."


    Stanley didn''t respond.


    Samuel pressed on, "Who do you really love: Wendy or Jessra? You need to ask yourself that. I hope you make a choice soon, because if you don''t, I won''t let you keep dragging Wendy through this confusion."


    Stanley said nothing. He simply closed the door behind him.


    Inside the apartment, Stanley gently ced Wendy on his soft bed in the master bedroom.


    Wendy remained sound asleep, not stirring at all. She rolled over and settled into afortable position, continuing her peaceful slumber.


    Stanley reached out and lightly pinched her cheek, his voice low as he chuckled, "Seriously? You didn''t wake up at all? It''s like you''re a ko."


    Although Wendy didn''t wake up, she seemed to sense someone pinching her cheek. She furrowed her brows and instinctively tried to move his hand away, letting out a soft, sleepy hum


    The way her voice trailed off, almost as if saying "No", was endearing, like a soft, flirtatious whine.


    Stanley, already struggling with his frustration, felt a rush of heat course through him. But with Wendy asleep, he knew he couldn''t do anything


    Reluctantly, he pulled away from her and went into the bathroom to take a cold shower.


    Five minutester, Stanley emerged from the bathroom, wearing a ck silk robe. He towel-dried his damp hair, the droplets glistening on his skin.


    The décor in his master bedroom was always sleek, minimalist-ck, white, and gray, with a cool, distant feel But now, with Wendy''s small, fragile body tucked under his covers, curled up in his bed, the room felt softer and more inviting.


    Stanley''s heart softened. He pulled the nket back and climbed into bed beside her.


    Wendy seemed to sense something, her body shifting in her sleep, and she rolled right into his arms.


    Stanley swallowed, wrapping his arms around her. The familiar sweetness of their past moments together flooded


    his mind. She seemed different, yet still the same. She still ked sleeping in his arms just like before.


    He leaned down and ced gentle kiss on her smooth forehead.


    "Good night, Wendy.


    The next morning, Wendy slowly opened her eyes, the unfamiliar crystal chandelier above her making her feel a bit disoriented.


    Where was she? Was this Stanley''s apartment?


    She sat up quickly, her mind racing. She had no idea how she had ended up here.


    Looking at the nightgown she was wearing, she noticed it was clean. It seemed like nothing had happened between themst night.


    Wendy got up and walked out. The apartment was vast and empty, with sign of anyone.


    Stanley was already gone.


    He always woke up early. He was probably already at the office.


    Wendy felt a


    same bed so often.


    of frustration. They had been divorced for a while now, yet they still ended up sleeping in the