"Give it to me. I will assume the responsibility! "
The man's voice was grating, causing Stella Fox's hand to tremble slightly on the door.
Stella adjusted her sleeves and gazed at the large bed in the center of the room.
The room was dimly lit, and the man's silhouette was barely discernible.
He lies on the bed, his muscular forearms weakly holding half his body. His upper body is slightly curved; his head tilted back, his neck tense, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
An invisible magnetic force seemed to be at play in the air, drawing Stella in.
Before she could come any closer, Peter Newman suddenly grasped her arm, the warmth of his large hand reaching out to her.
Stella felt her heart racing.
She is aware that her actions were likely to give the impression that she was taking advantage of a vulnerable person, and guilt inevitably crept up on her.
But she immediately recalls the instructions of her half-sister, Kennedy Fox :
“You absolutely must sleep with Peter and leave “an imprint of your virginity”, only in this way can you save your dying mother. You have no choice!”
Stella quickly shook her head, getting rid of any inappropriate thoughts instantly.
She gritted her teeth as her clothes slipped away, revealing the girl's flawless skin. Her presence was like a refreshing rain to the man's parched soul.
He reversed their positions, holding her close to him and asserting dominance over her, releasing her repressed desires. While immersed in the action, Peter glimpsed her face in a moment of light and clarity. It was stunningly beautiful, perfect, without the slightest imperfection.
Oh...
He remembered.
This was his fiancée, Kennedy.
At that moment, Kennedy appeared even more beautiful than she had at the welcome banquet. Peter's strong emotions caused the collar around Stella's neck to fall silently.
A night of passion.
It's five o'clock in the morning.
Stella woke up early and left the room in disarray, her feet trembling.
Unexpectedly, Peter, the patriarch of Floride’s Newman family, known for his restraint, was
privately proving to be... overwhelming.
So far, his legs are still a bit weak.
With Kennedy still not out, Stella went to the bathroom first to remove her makeup.
Her flawless face was suddenly marred by a prominent birthmark running from her forehead to her chin on the left side, diminishing her beauty.
Footsteps could be heard as Kennedy appeared menacingly behind her.
"Did you have fun last night?" she asked with a twisted expression.
“So? I'm the fiancée of the patriarch of the Newman family in Floride, the one and only lady of the Fox family, and you're nothing but a lousy servant! ”
Stella was hesitant to cause trouble, but she couldn't resist asking:
“Why do you need me to act for you if that's the case?”
Kennedy's face turned red with rage as he exclaimed, "You!"
"You think that's what I want?"
If she weren't a virgin, Stella would never have had such a chance!
Stella held out her hand and said,
"You promised to cover the medical expenses."
Kennedy sneered and threw down a card, and Stella quickly picked it up and placed it back with absolute determination.
A few yards away, Stella still heard Kennedy insulting: "A real peasant, indeed. Even if you put on makeup to look like me, the poverty that seeps into your bones can never be erased."
Stella chose to ignore it, recalling her mother's advice to avoid confrontation. After regaining his composure, Kennedy entered Peter's room.
"Who's there?" Peter asked as he turned on the light.
“Peter, it's me, Kennedy ,” she raised her voice. Peter softened slightly.
“When did you get out? Why didn't you keep sleeping?”
Kennedy bit her lip and said while holding the hem of her skirt:
“I felt sticky and uncomfortable, so I took a shower. Peter, I've given you the most important thing a girl can have, you have to take responsibility for me, otherwise I won't be able to survive.”
On hearing this, Peter looked up. Both of their gazes landed on the bedsheet, where a bright red stain had appeared.
Seeing this, Kennedy huddled boldly in Peter's embrace, but the next moment, he pushed her away. Kennedy straightened, gripping the blanket tightly.
"Peter, what's wrong?"
Turning around, Peter revealed a broad-shouldered figure with a slim, tanned waist.
"I'm going to take a shower, and then I'll head to the office. You should leave now," he said.
He said this before entering the bathroom. The sound of running water and the see-through bathroom door created an intriguing atmosphere.
Sitting on the bed, Kennedy pulled the sheet tighter.
She attributed all of Peter's cold behavior towards her to Stella.
Stella Fox, if I find out you've been playing tricks behind my back; I'm going to finish you off!
