My Dad Please Come 177

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.

the ice cream close to her lips.

him with her clear

to. Her eyes had lit up when she had spotted the ice

a faint, teasing smile. "Then what do you want? Want to take a bite

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his mouth with her hand. What was he

take a bite of my hand? I remember

face flushed crimson

cruelly. "Wendy, what were you thinking just now? Why does your mind always go

the

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

be around him. Wasn't he with Jessica? Why

him, her voice sharp. "Move.

"Wendy, where

Wendy realized her hand had ended up on his solid abs, feeling the firm

a white tank top and black shorts, soaked from the hot spring. The wet fabric clung to his body, highlighting his broad

muscular form was so breathtaking that it made her cheeks burn with

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