Chapter 621

“Why are you so quick?”

Weston threw the clothes on her head. “Didn’t you tell me to get you clothes? Put them on.”

“You should go out first…” Stella took the pajamas off her head. “Get out.”

After that, she noticed the change of emotions on the man’s impassive face.

“I thought you wanted me to bring you clothes and help you wear them?” Weston teased.

“I did not! I didn’t say that!”

Weston curled his lips and strode in to close the bathroom door. His intention was clear.

Stella took a few steps back with her pajamas in her arms. She kept retreating until there was nowhere
to go. Then, Weston pressed her against the cold wall. “Didn’t you say it’s enough? I’m going to get
dressed…” She pushed him with some difficulty.

Weston’s breath lingered on the top of her head. “Calm down.” His voice suddenly turned deep.

Weston suddenly reached out to her and picked her up. He pressed her against the wall and cushioned
the back of her head with his big hands. Then, he lowered his head and kissed her passionately.
“Woo… Umph…” Stella whimpered, but her voice was swallowed in their kiss. Her whimpers soon
turned into low murmurs and moans.

The water in the bathroom was both hot and cold.

Weston had always been unrestrained in his intimacy with her. He might’ve continued with his mad folly
if it were not for Stella’s body.



Fortunately , Stella remembered to take medicine when she returned, but since it had taken effect, she
felt listless, though it wasn’t too unbearable. However, in the end, she was so exhausted that she
barely had any strength to move.

Weston noticed something was wrong with her, but he knew she would never tell even if he asked.
Thus, he only used more strength, planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, and held her even harder.

Only when he held her in his arms could he truly feel that she was by his side.

In a daze, Stella felt Weston’s hand on her belly at the peak of their intimacy. Although he was
relentless and exerted brutal strength before this, he became very gentle when he reached that fragile
place.

She was so tired at that time that she could not think much.

Weston looked at her belly, seeming like he was seriously considering planting a tiny new life there.

Stella always thought Weston’s suggestion of having another child was a joke. However, his expression
seemed to say otherwise. He did not seem like he was joking but seriously thinking about it.

It was a silent night.

Stella was fast asleep, but Weston never closed his eyes. He lit a cigarette but quickly put it out after
some thought.

Just as he expected, Stella did not sleep well. When it was almost morning, she suddenly frowned and
mumbled something in her sleep.

Maybe she never noticed it herself, but she always had horrible nightmares about the lost child or her
begging the old relatives not to kick her out. Between the two, though, she mumbled about her lost



child the most.

Weston held her in his arms, comforting her softly. “It’s just a dream. Don’t be afraid. I’m right here.”
Sometime later, Stella finally calmed down and fell asleep. Weston sat on the edge of the bed and
looked at her with a dark, inscrutable gaze as he placed his hand on her belly.

It was just about having another child. As long as he wanted it, there had to be a way.


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