Chapter 903
Exhausted after a few rounds of sex, she begged with a husky voice, “The wedding is tomorrow. If there are red marks all over me, how am I supposed to wear the wedding dress?”
Only then did the hard–working man pause momentarily.
His thin lips moved away from her delicate cheek and kissed gently on it again before he let go of her. “After tomorrow‘s wedding ceremony, I need to buy more condoms.”
Stella was already in a daze because of him, and now, doubts arose in her mind.
“Why do you wear it only occasionally ? Don‘t you use it all the time or not use it if you don‘t want to?
The man smirked and pulled her arms around his waist. His force was a little greater than before.
“If I give you too much, you won‘t be able to accept it, so I‘ll just block out some.”
“You...”
Unsure if he had said that on purpose, Stella blushed. “You don‘t always be so, so...”
“So what, huh?”
“So shameless...”
Weston lowered his head and nibbled on her cheek. “Why would I need that? I just need you.”
At midnight, perhaps her exhaustion caused her mind to sober up a bit.
She was carried by the man to wash up and was tucked into bed. She should have slept until he got up the next day and woke her up as usual.
But tonight, she tossed and turned and couldn‘t fall asleep.
Faintly, she vaguely heard some noises on the balcony. The man seemed to be on the phone.
He appeared to have picked up the call outside to avoid waking her up.
However, she could still hear the sound.
When the wind blew, his voice pierced her ears.
“Arrange a place for her, it doesn‘t have to be too conspicuous.”
“Guinevere is a public figure,” Weston reminded Ben, who was on the other end. “Make sure she takes precautions to prevent the reporters from taking photos.”
Upon hearing Guinevere‘s name, Stella‘s heart fluttered.
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