Chapter 21
‘A blind date?
Stanley’s aura turned icy in an instant. He raised a hand to undo the top button of his shirt, his jaw tightening.
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Ding, ding, ding!
Cecelia had sent several consecutive WhatsApp messages, accompanied by voice notes that began playing automatically.
voice filled the room.
ally. Her
“Wendy, check out this guy–eight–pack abs, a gym enthusiast. Do you like him? You could rest your head on his abs at night!
“And this one–adorable, obedient, and shy. He looks like he’d be so much fun!
“Oh, and this one, the gold–rimmed–glasses business elite–cold and aloof, a total dreamboat! Should we ask him to get on his knees and sing a song for you?
“Wendy, all these men are your personal harem. Pick whoever you like!”
Stanley’s lips pressed into a thin, grim line. He truly hadn’t realized that Wendy had an entire lineup of potential suitors vying for
her attention.
Wendy picked up her phone and casually sent a voice message back. “Got it, I’ll be there soon.”
When she turned around, she came face–to–face with Stanley. She handed him a piece of paper.
“Mr. Hawk, this is the recipe for Grandma’s herbal soup. Boil it over high heat for an hour every Tuesday, Thursday, and
Saturday. Make sure she drinks it while it’s still warm.”
Stanley’s gaze dropped to the paper, realizing she had been writing the recipe earlier. Her handwriting was neat and elegant. She had listed various herbal ingredients.
“You know medicine?” he asked.
“Yes, I’ve studied a little,” Wendy replied nonchalantly.
Stanley didn’t take the paper. “To be safe, I’ll have a doctor review it.”
Wendy wasn’t surprised by his reaction. She knew Stanley looked down on her, dismissing her as a nobody from the countryside. She could understand why–after all, Stanley was a man born with the world at his feet.
Setting the recipe
ipe on the table, Wendy picked up her bag. “I won’t come back to the estate anymore. Find an appropriate time to
inform Grandma about our divorce.”
With that, she turned to leave.
Stanley grabbed her slender wrist before she could take another step. “It’s late. Where are you going?”
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Wendy stopped reluctantly, trying to pull her wrist free from his firm grasp. “Mr. Hawk, let go.”
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Stanley studied her cold and distant expression. She seemed utterly detached, a stark contrast to last night.
Last night, she had been a temptress–clinging to him, looking at him with those watery, irresistible eyes, stealing kisses like a
mischievous kitten.
The same woman who had seduced him so boldly was now acting as if she wanted nothing to do with him.
Stanley let out a cold laugh. “So late at night, who are you meeting? The gym enthusiast with eight–pack abs? The shy guy? Or the aloof one? Wendy, I didn’t know you were so…adventurous. Be careful you don’t catch something filthy and bring it back.”
Slap!
Her free hand swung up, landing a hard slap across his face.
Stanley’s head snapped to the side, his chiseled features turning partially away from her.
Wendy had hit him with all her strength, leaving her palm stinging from the impact.
Stanley’s eyes darkened with fury, a crimson light flashing in their depths. He shoved her forcefully, her knees buckling against the edge of the bed, sending her sprawling onto the soft mattress.
In the next moment, her view was obscured as Stanley’s tall frame loomed over her. He pinned her beneath him, his sharp gaze cutting into her. “Wendy, have you gotten addicted to slapping me? This is the second time.”
Jessica had never dared lay a finger on him. If he showed even a trace of displeasure, she would rush to placate him.
But this woman–who did she think she was, treating him like this? Did she think Stanley Hawk was someone she could just hit
whenever she wanted?
Wendy’s voice was calm but icy as she met his furious gaze.
“Oh, so you do know that fooling around with multiple people at once can lead to something filthy? Then I suppose last night,
when you offered to find me one man–or several–you conveniently forgot that, didn’t
you?”
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