NovelGoldMy Dad Please C193 Stanley wanted Wendy to offer him a drink.
Wendy froze, her body tense.
Jake, too, stiffened in confusion. What was Stanley doing? Was he interested in Wendy? If that were the case, Jake knew his place. There was no way he'd dare compete with Stanley for a woman.
"What are you waiting for? Go offer Mr. Hawk the drink," Jake urged impatiently.
The other businessmen laughed. "I've seen plenty of girls trying to offer Mr. Hawk a drink, but it's the first tI've seen Mr. Hawk ordering it." "Go on. Don't keep Mr. Hawk waiting." Everyone's eyes were on Wendy now, and she had no choice but to step forward and offer Stanley a drink.
Wendy had no idea what Stanley's intentions were, but she could only stand and walk over to him, holding the glass in her hand.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mr. Hawk, here's to you." As she stood, Stanley sat, and though she was slightly taller, he still looked at her with an air of dominance. His eyes swept over her, careless and indifferent, the gaze of a mature and wealthy businessman picking out a young girl.
Seeing her reluctance, Stanley's lips curled into a faint, amused smirk. "Who are you? Do you really think I'll drink just because you offered?" A burst of laughter filled the room.
"Haha, that's right! Mr. Hawk doesn't just drink whenever people offer him one," one of the businessmen joked. Wendy was silent, a deep flush creeping up her neck as she realized Stanley had just played her. He'd made her cover to offer a drink and now refused to drink it-just to embarrass her.
Her eyes narrowed sharply, and she glared at him before turning to leave.
As fate would have it, just as she spun around, her foot caught on the carpet. "Ah!" She gasped as her body pitched forward.
Wendy squeezed her eyes shut, already imagining how Stanley would lead the mocking laughter once she hit the floor.
Instead of crashing, she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist. A firm, muscular grip pulled her back up with ease, and she was gently guided into a broad, secure embrace.
Wendy lifted her head in surprise, finding Stanley's handsface mere inches from hers.
She had landed, sitting on Stanley's solid thigh.
The clean, crisp scent of his masculinity enveloped her, standing out in stark contrast to the sleazy businessmen around them. He was the very definition of refined wealth.
For a moment, Wendy was stunned.
1/2 Chapter 193 Stanley looked down at her with an unreadable expression. Was that intentional?" Laughter erupted again from the group.
"Girls these days have so many tricks up their sleeves. Looks like she's going all out to get Mr. Hawk's attention." "This one really wants to be Mrs. Hawk, huh? Ambitious little thing." Wendy's face burned with a mix of shand anger. He knew perfectly well that she hadn't done it on purpose! This was revenge-payback for the slap she'd given him, and the one she had delivered to Jessica.
Maybe he simply disliked her, and this was his way of constantly humiliating her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWendy shot him another glare, trying to rise from his lap.
Stanley tightened his hold around her waist, his arms secure aroun@her. "Who are you?" He asked again, his voice firm, as if challenging her to answer.
"Who are you? Tell them loudly."
Wendy's heart skipped a beat. Was he trying to make her admit she was Mrs. Hawk? Was he going to mock her once more? She tried to pry his hands away, attempting to stand.
"Beg me," he whispered, his voice low and commanding.
Beg me.
His words sent a shiver down Wendy's spine.
Stanley studied her pale, delicate face, his gaze lingering. It had been days since he had seen her, and she seemed colder than before, her face stiff as if she were looking at a stranger.
Chapter 194
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