Chapter 527
Chapter 527:
In Stephen’s room on the second floor, the lights were off, shrouding the room in darkness.
A streak of moonlight slipped through the windows, casting a glow on the large bed.
Lounging half-reclined against the pillows was a woman whose very presence seemed to intoxicate the air. Her right hand propped up her chin, while one leg crossed lazily over the other. Her silhouette was as enticing as it was enigmatic—a dangerous kind of beauty.
Stephen stood before her like a statue, his head bowed low, his shoulders stiff as if the weight of her gaze was too much to bear.
“Still afraid of me after all these years, Stephen?” Her voice was a velvet caress, rich with allure and the faintest hint of danger, curling through the room like smoke.
Stephen shook his head, his voice quiet and measured. “I wouldn’t dare offend you, Mrs. Chadwick.”
The playful curl of her lips vanished in an instant. Wendy sat up with icy precision, the seductive spell shattered. “Have you forgotten my rules? What do you call me when we’re alone?”
Stephen stiffened, his fists clenching tightly at his sides.
“Look at me,” Wendy demanded, her tone brooking no argument.
Reluctantly, Stephen raised his gaze to meet hers.
“Say it. What should you call me?”
“My queen.”
“That’s better.”
Wendy’s expression softened, the coldness melting into a satisfied smile.
She extended her hand in an almost regal gesture. “Come here, Stephen. You’ve no idea how much I’ve missed you these past few days.”
𝐿𝖆𝙩𝑒𝓼𝓉 сհ𝖆ρ𝑡𝓮𝓇𝘀 g𝖆ⅼ𝓃𝗈ν𝓮𝗅𝓈[.]ⅽ𝑜𝗆
Stephen moved to stand in front of Wendy.
Wendy lifted Stephen’s chin, her eyes glowing with admiration for his remarkable beauty.
“You never cease to amaze me,” she said, her fingers delicately tracing his jawline. “Each time I see your face, I find myself filled with excitement. You feel that spark too, don’t you?”
“Yes!” Stephen replied, his teeth clenched tightly together.
Suddenly, Wendy’s hand struck Stephen’s cheek, the slap resonating in the shadowy room.
Despite the dim lighting, the mark on Stephen’s cheek was clear.
“Stephen, are you alright?” Wendy asked, rising from the bed to cradle his face in her hands, her eyes brimming with concern. “My feelings for you are so strong that sometimes, I simply lose control. You love me as well, right?”
Stephen raised his head, his eyes empty as he gazed at Wendy. “I love you. It’s just that I’m feeling a bit tired today.”
“Tired?” Wendy paused, her confusion evident, then shook her head. “I made a huge effort to disguise myself as a cleaning lady and sneak into the villa, not to hear you say this. To fulfill my desire, I’ve brought along some toys for us to experiment with today.”
She then grabbed a bag, turned it over, and spilled its contents onto the bed.
Stephen’s face turned pale upon seeing the varied items, his eyes darting nervously, his hands clenching into fists.
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