Chapter 305

Weston was wearing a set of grey colored casual clothes which his tall, lean figure filled out perfectly.
Wisps.of stray hair covered his forehead in careless fashion.

He looked slightly more personable than usual, although his cold, sharp features remained aloof and
distant.

Stella halted in her footsteps. “The berries are very good,” she threw out a random remark.

Weston glanced at her for a few seconds before nodding. He didn’t appear to have anything further to
say.

Stella turned sideways to give way to him.

Aside from when they were physically intimate, they didn’t seem to have much to say to each other.

Stella could always sense the wide divide between Weston and herself.

It was not a gap that could be closed, even with daily contact and interaction-like when they were
married for that short while, during which they spent many days and nights together.

Yet, it was not enough for Weston to develop true feelings for her. Otherwise, things wouldn’t have
gotten to this point.

Stella lowered her head, not realizing that he had stopped right in front of her.

Instead of passing her by, he cornered her and asked, “Did you eat the berries?”

Stella lifted her head and found herself trapped in between his outstretched arms.



“I did,” she replied.

Weston lifted her chin, nudging the tip of his nose against the corner of her lips and took in a deep
breath. “Open your mouth so I can take a whiff.”

Stella furrowed her brows. “What’s there to smell? Just get Joan to wash another bowl for berries for
—”

Before she could complete her sentence, her mouth was sealed by Weston’s lips.

He seemed to have a penchant for kissing her as of late.

No matter where, his kisses would land on her lips without any warning, catching her completely off-
guard.

He was fully immersed in the kiss, with his eyes shut. Stella could see the sharp corners of his eyes,
like a delicate painting spread out right in front of her.

Stella simply stared at him.

There was no trace of indulgence in her. Not in the slightest.

He devoured her sweet aura as if he really could taste the mild flavor of berries lingering in her mouth.

After a long while, Weston finally let her go.

He straightened himself up, catching his breath. Yet, when he turned to look at Stella, he found her
completely unmoved and unaffected.

He stiffened for a split second, his eyes darkening.



He pinched her chin and leaned in for yet another kiss, adamant to make her lose her cool.

Unlike the kiss earlier, there was a hint of frustration and less tenderness in this one.

Stella’s head was lifted high and her neck was tilted all the way up.

Weston wrapped his arms tight around her waist and pressed her against the wall, which made her
silently yelp in pain.

He took the opportunity as she opened her mouth to invade her senses.

All she could do was to look at him, feel him, and touch him.

She had to feel everything he wanted to give her. He did not want that hollow look in her eyes when
she opened them. He wanted her eyes to be filled with him, and him only. Stella couldn’t help but hit his
arms, but it only made him grab her hands and lift them over her head.

His hands started drifted downward. Stella shut her eyes and tip-toed in response to his aggressive
advances. Joan was originally cleaning up the hall when she heard the commotion in the room. She
sensibly left the hall and went to the courtyard outside. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to return to
the house anytime soon. As if he hadn’t had enough of kissing her, Weston lifted Stella up entirely and
pinned her against the wall again. He made her hug him back and urged, “Hug me tight. Don’t slide
down.”

Stella couldn’t suppress her complaint.

“My back hurts…”


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