Chapter 585
The arches of Stella‘s petite feet curved in a gentle slope.
The feeling of her legs on his knees brought a subtle, inexplicable feeling to her.
Somehow, the action felt rather suggestive to her.
Perhaps because a woman exposing her feet had always been regarded as an act of intimacy, emphasized further by the stark contrast between his dark suit trousers and her fair skin.
Stella suddenly felt uneasy and instinctively wanted to pull her legs back.
Weston grabbed her ankles and furrowed his brows.“ Behave yourself,” he warned.
Stella‘s face flushed a bright red.
Weston would always warn her with those words at times like this.
Somehow, after he said it, the air between them changed.
Weston looked calmly at her until it made her cheeks flush bright red. He asked, “Is your temperature rising again?”
Stella was sure he‘d done that on purpose. “That‘s quite enough... you‘ve applied enough ointment...”
She pulled her leg back as she exclaimed.
Weston immediately grabbed hold of her leg, his thumbs resting on her inner thigh.
He didn‘t move any further, but Stella could sense the turmoil that churned in the depths of his eyes.
She struggled against his hold in an attempt to extricate herself from the suffocating atmosphere.
Weston suddenly leaned in real close to her and rubbed his nose against her ear. “Help me wipe my hands.”
Stella trembled and heard him go on before she could respond. “My hands are all wet.”
Stella‘s felt her breath catch in her throat. She glared irritably at him.
“This is ointment!”
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