The creaking sounds finally stopped.

On this heavy night, a low voice gradually calmed down.

A subtle rustling sound of the sheets could be heard as the man got up.

As Stella Sealey looked at the scratch marks on his back, she felt a sudden impulse, and reflexively grabbed his wrist.

"Could you stay here tonight?" Weston paused.

Without turning back and letting her keep the view of his perfectly toned back, he buttoned up his shirt.

Stella was anxious.Her fingers clenched at the already wrinkled sheets, further crumpling them.She held her breath as if to wait for his judgment.

After a long while, she heard him say, "Okay."

Stella breathed a sigh of relief.She even felt tears well up in her eyes.

The man turned around.He was strikingly tall and had chiseled handsome features, and his deep eyes looked like the starry night sky.

This man was her husband, Weston Ford.

he was the youngest man to ever top the Fortune’s List, and the most prestigious businessman around the globe.He was

as

up and looked him carefully in the

I help you change into a

his shirt collar, trying to probe for his permission.Weston’s eyes

reluctant, he

sigh of

marriage, Weston was undoubtedly the perfect husband.He was wealthy

his wife, he was meticulous

he was interested in her in the

Because she needed money

were husband and wife, she was still careful around him and

to her.He gave her

a crowd, her identity as Mrs.Ford had given her space

the fact that he never spends the night with her, everything was great.It was

was

kept wanting to reach out to

man frowned and turned over to have his back face her.Her

bitterly retracted her hand and closed her

make Weston breakfast.She drew

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