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.

ever top the Fortune’s List, and the most prestigious businessman around the

as him

straightened up and looked

change

touched his shirt collar, trying to probe for

he allowed her

of

the perfect husband.He was

it came to his wife, he

he was interested in her in

she didn’t have time to ponder this problem… Because she needed money badly,

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

enough to her.He gave her the dignity of being his

she would be easily lost in a crowd, her

the fact that he never spends the night with her,

was the first time Weston was sleeping beside

kept wanting to reach out to

have his back face her.Her hand

retracted her hand and closed her

make Weston breakfast.She drew her

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