Stanley’s tall, solid frame trapped Wendy against the rock. In this secluded place, he was offering to buy her something, and for some reason, Wendy couldn’t shake the feeling that they were sneaking around, like she was his secret mistress.
In reality, she was his legitimate wife.
“I don’t want clothes,” she said, trying to push him away.
Stanley’s gaze softened, and he pulled out an ice cream cone. “How about some ice cream?”
Wendy blinked in surprise. Stanley was holding a strawberry–flavored ice cream cone.
“When did you buy this?” she asked, still in a bit of disbelief.
“Just now,” Stanley answered casually. He had been following her since he saw her chasing after the ice cream vendor earlier.
Wendy lowered her gaze, not expecting Stanley to buy her the treat.
Stanley held the ice cream close to her lips. “Take a bite.”
Wendy looked up at him with her clear eyes. “I don’t want to.”
In truth, she did want to. Her eyes had lit up when she had spotted the ice cream cart earlier.
Stanley’s expression darkened with a heat she couldn’t ignore. His lips curled into a faint, teasing smile. “Then what do you want? Want to take a bite of my-
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Wendy’s pupils widened as she instinctively reached up to cover his mouth with her hand. What was he trying to say?
Stanley smirked as she pressed her soft palm to his lips. “Want to take a bite of my hand? I remember you had a taste for biting people.”
Wendy’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment.
Stanley removed her hand from his mouth and chuckled cruelly. “Wendy, what were you thinking just now? Why does your mind always go straight to the gutter?”
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Wendy’s face turned a deeper shade of red, the color creeping down to her neck and even to her delicate earlobes. She was both embarrassed and furious. He was doing this on purpose!
She didn’t want to be around him. Wasn’t he with Jessica? Why did he follow her here?
She pushed against him, her voice sharp. “Move. I’m leaving.”
Stanley raised an eyebrow. “Wendy, where are your hands going?”
It was then that Wendy realized her hand had ended up on his solid abs, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt.
Stanley was wearing a white tank top and black shorts, soaked from the hot spring. The wet fabric clung to his body, highlighting his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and perfectly defined six–pack abs. His seductive V–line extended into his black shorts.
His sleek, muscular form was so breathtaking that it made her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Wendy raised an eyebrow, deciding to turn the tables. She gave him a teasing glance, her voice low and playful. ” Mr. Hawk, is there anywhere on your body I haven’t seen or touched?”
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