Wendy stayed silent. She couldn't understand what kind of wild imagination Cecelia had in her head, always "jumping to those kinds of conclusions.

Wendy snapped back, [Nothing is going on between him and me!]

Meanwhile, Stanley was standing under the shower, the sound of the WhatsApp notifications reaching his ears. Wendy was texting someone.

He took a cold shower, the icy water splashing over his firm muscles, bouncing off his skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside him. Every time he thought about Wendy lying on his bed, his mind drifted to forbidden places.

Stanley closed his eyes wearily, his handsome gaze darkening as his hand slowly slid downward.

He called out softly, "Wendy!"

Outside, Wendy heard his voice and answered, "Yeah?"

"What are you doing?" Stanley asked.

Wendy replied, "Nothing much, just chatting with some friends."

pressed on,

they're male or female friends is my private business.

chuckled, his voice low and husky. “I've seen

anger flared, her words sharp and deliberate.

clear, teasing voice made Stanley's desire surge to its

still unaware of

Was b

Squad"

years. Don't you have any needs? Can you really stay so composed around Mr.

Wendy said nothing.

on. We're best friends. Tell me what you

creeping all the way down to her earlobes. She had no desire, and she certainly

opening.

black silk robe, the belt tied casually, revealing half of his sculpte chest and

specimen of male beauty. A man who could hold Jessica's love for so many years

his short hair with a towel and looked at

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