Wendy''s footsteps froze, and she stopped in her tracks.


    Stanley was too clever-he knew exactly how to press her soft spots and weaknesses.


    He said seriously, "I believe it was Jessica. But if she calls tonight and I can''t reach you, wouldn''t that dy rescuing Be and my mom?"


    Wendy paused, realizing he had a point. Right now, the most important thing was to save Be and Ang.


    However, she hesitated. "If we both stay in your lounge tonight, it might not look good if word gets out. If your fiancée finds out, she could misunderstand."


    Fiancée?


    A cold glint shed in Stanley''s eyes. If Jessica dared to harm Be or Ang, he wouldn''t let her get away with it so easily.


    Stanley stepped closer, his tall, handsome figure looming over Wendy. "Do you want to do something with me tonight?"


    His strong silhouette cast a shadow in front of her. Wendy shivered slightly and looked at him in surprise. "Do something with you? You''re talking nonsense. If you''re delusional, you should see a doctor about that."


    Watching her quick-witted retort, Stanley smiled thinly. "Since you don''t want to do anything with me, nothing will happen tonight. Even if others find out, what could they say?"


    Wendy said nothing.


    Stanley continued, "Don''t worry. You''ll sleep in the bed, and I''ll take the couch. It''ll be safe."


    Since he put it that way, Wendy had no reason to refuse. She nodded. "Okay." Stanley led Wendy into his lounge.


    It was spacious and decorated entirely in cool tones-the style he always favored. Wendy nced around, but didn''t see any women''s toiletries. There was only a set of men''s grooming items.


    She looked up at him. "You don''t have any women''s toiletries here?"


    Stanley shook his head. "No. I''ve been single for the past three years. I don''t have any wo at my vi."


    He had been living like a monk all this time, pure and disciplined.


    ''s toiletries here or


    Wendy was a little surprised. At his age, with all the temptations around him, Stanley had managed to stay single for three years?


    Stanley pulled out his phone and called Zayn. "Send a set of women''s toiletries over."


    After hanging up, he looked at Wendy. "You go ahead and take a shower. I''ll bring you the toiletries as soon as they arrive."


    Wendy nodded. "Okay."


    She was still wearing Stanley''s ck coat. She reached up and unbuttoned it, slipping it off to reveal the ck slip dress underneath. Because she was turned away from Stanley, he caught sight of her bare back.


    Her pale, wless skin was exposed, the curve dipping deeply inward, framed by slender shoulder des like delicate porcin vases. Below, her shapely hips rose gracefully. Wendy''s figure had matured in the past three years, bing more alluring and refined.


    Stanley''s gaze lingered on her body, and he was unable to look away for a long time.


    Wendy moved toward the bathroom, but suddenly, her foot slipped. She gasped as she began to fall backward.


    "Careful!"


    Stanley immediately reached out, catching her.


    Wendy tumbled into his arms. His hand wrapped gently around her soft waist,


    feeling the smooth, tender skin beneath his fingertips. His Adam''s apple bobbed as he swallowed.


    Still startled, Wendy said, "I slipped. Thanks for catching me.''