Chapter 592

Weston called out her name, but she didn’t respond.

So, he walked in front of her and picked her up from the swing.

There was a stone table in the small garden, which had been cleaned by Joan just now.

He put Stella on it and trapped her between his arms.” What are you thinking about?”

The man’s voice was low as he leaned close to her ear and asked in a hoarse voice, “Hmm?”

The hot air he exhaled caused goosebumps to rise on her skin.

She shuddered for a moment, then returned to her senses instantly.

The minute she raised her head, she stared into a pair of deep dark eyes.

“Nothing,” she answered.

Weston’s charming face was right in front of her.

His face was elegantly beautiful, perhaps because he had mixed genes.

Especially those eyes, they looked like God had carefully carved them.

No matter from which angle, he looked unbelievably handsome.

He seemed pleased by her reaction as a smile appeared on his face before he lowered his head and
kissed the tip of her nose. “Why do you always like to daydream?”

“I wasn’t daydreaming.”



“How should I punish you for lying?”

Stella paused and asked, dissatisfied, “Is this also punishable? Aren’t you too petty…”

Weston didn’t speak, but under her gaze, his eyes darkened, and a hint of danger flashed.

She immediately had the feeling that something terrible would happen and instinctively wanted to run
away, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back again. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Let me go!” She hit the back of his hands, which were

trapping her like a metal cage.

She couldn’t help struggling. “Stop messing around and let me go!”

He naturally wouldn’t let go. Instead, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. “I’m not
letting you go.”

After speaking , he put her on the stone table and lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist.

With his other palm clasping the back of her head, he leaned over her involuntarily and kissed her
affectionately.

The air was filled with electric flint, as if it could detonate the surrounding oxygen.

She didn’t know how long they had kissed, but she felt that her brain was beginning to lack oxygen,
and it was getting hard to breathe.

Fireworks were bursting inside her mind, then they extinguished before lighting up again.



She had no room to think about other things, like seeing him and Guinevere in the hospital, or the child
they were talking about…

Weston didn’t give her the time to get distracted.

His lips were chasing after her every time she backed away as he didn’t want to leave her lips and
kissed her with everything he had.

She was struggling to break free at first, but she stopped after thumping him on the shoulder a few
times. Instead, she did as he wished-she wrapped her hands around his neck and subconsciously
pulled him toward her.

He opened his eyes and looked at her quietly.

Different from her passive acceptance before, he felt her initiative.

It might be the signal of reconciliation she was sending out, indicating that the cold war between them
was about to end.

Of course, Weston accepted it.

He kissed her deeper and deeper, and the original peck became a messy entanglement.

He didn’t stop until he felt every trace of air in Stella’s lungs squeezed dry, then he slightly widened the
gap between them. “Remember to take a breath.”


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