NovelGoldMy Dad Please C155 Chapter 155 Wendy had no idea what she was saying.
Stanley looked at the ice cream in her hand, then back to her delicate, angelic face. His voice cout rough as he asked in return, "Sof what?" Wendy's mind was in a complete blur. She didn't understand what he meant by that.
Her heart raced-thump, thump, thump. The tension in the air between them was palpable, almost like it could be cut with a knife.
Wendy decided to put an end to the whole thing. "Mr. Hawk I'm going to bed now. I'll hang up." She quickly ended the video call.
Halsey, preparing to shower, noticed Wendy's flushed cheeks. "Wendy, why is your face so red?" Wendy touched her face absentmindedly. "Maybe it's just the heat. Hurry up and go take your shower, Halsey." "Okay," Halsey replied, heading off to the bathroom.
Left alone, Wendy sat down, looking down at the ice cream in her hands. Slowly, her thoughts began to clear. Why had she panicked earlier? This morning, she had asked him on the phone if he wanted her to repay him, and he had just hung up on her. How arrogant. How pretentious.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSo why hadn't he acted like that just now? Why had he dropped the act? Deep down, Wendy hoped he would accept her repayment. Then they would be even.
She finished writing out the herbal recipe and sent it to Stanley.
In her contacts, she had saved Stanley as "Hubby".
There was no reply from him.
The scool, distant attitude. The chat history was all her just her monologue. This chat history had been a witness to her laughably humbling marriage.
Wendy suddenly felt a spark of mockery. She grabbed her phone, posed for a selfie, and snapped a picture before posting it as an update.
Stanley was sitting in the CEO's office when he received the herbal recipe from Wendy. He didn't reply, intending to continue with his paperwork.
However, all he could think about was the way Wendy had looked while eating her ice cream. The sight of her little red tongue teasing out from her mouth, playful and forbidden.
And then, she had asked whether he wanted some.
Wanted sof what? Was she offering him ice cream? Or something else? Stanley leaned back heavily in his chair, his body stretching out lazily as he loosened his tie with one hand, trying to cool off.
He picked up his phone and opened Wendy's contact, heading straight for her updates.
There it was a selfie of Wendy. She was wearing that white, thin-strapped camisole, holding her ice cream. She Chapter 155 was looking directly into the camera as she licked the ice cream, and the caption read, [Do you want some?] Stanley froze. That picture her skin exposed, her small, beautiful face framed in that soft, youthful glow-popped up on his screen like one of those ads on dangerous websites. It stung his eyes, a surge of heat rushing to his face. She had posted this? Stanley couldn't hold back and replied to the update.
Ding.
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Wendy's phone buzzed with his response. Two simple authoritative words: Delete it.] He was telling her to delete the update.
Wendy smiled to herself. He hadn't replied to her message, but he was checking out her updates. So much for pretending not to care.
She deleted it-after all, only he could see it. It was meant for hing, and only him Then, she opened the chat with "Hubby" and typed out a message.
[Do you want it?] Stanley stared at the text on his screen. She was asking him if he wanted it.
It was a bold test.
A provocative invitation.
Asking him, simply, if he wanted it.
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