Chapter 900 

Weston‘s fingers wandered across Stella‘s face, caressing her smooth skin. 

Stella looked up at him. She had intended to ask him the question, but her tongue was tied as soon as she opened her mouth. 

If he really wanted her to know the truth, he would‘ve told her by now, yet he would avoid the questions and kept responding with vague, evasive answers. That, in itself, was already an answer, wasn’t it? 

They would just go on as they did when their relationship was still a secret. Since he didn‘t want to answer, she would just stop asking. There was no need to disrupt the fragile peace between them. 

“Nothing,” Stella leaned her head against his shoulder and gently hugged him. “It‘s just that I can‘t believe we‘re really getting married...” 

Her eyes were icy cold as she spoke. 

She had always been forced to give in to Guinevere‘s requests. Back then, she had had to endure Guinevere’s assaults quietly without the power to retaliate. Yet, even after asking for her hand in marriage, Weston still agreed to such a request he knew would upset Stella a lot... 

she should ask him why he would

should she have

Cohen families, to ignore his own grandfather‘s plea? Should she forsake the resulting loss

that. She never intended to marry him anyway. The wedding was never supposed to happen anyway, so why should it matter to her if Guinevere was

to trouble herself

end, Stella didn‘t manage to finish

voracious lately. Naturally, he wanted to do it with Stella at all times

to his neck to keep her body from sliding down

will be burnt!” she pleaded

to keep her mind

was still burning. “Let‘s continue,” he croaked as his hand reached down Stella‘s

closed her

used to reject him, but Weston had somehow found a way to turn her on. All he needed to do was be gentle and patient with her; her body would warm up to him, and she would

to the floor. Then he swept

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