Chapter 33
Stanley had just finished his shower, wearing a black silk pajama. His damp, short hair hung loosely, droplets of water glistening
like mist. He looked fresher and more youthful than his usual well–dressed, suit–clad self.
Wendy glanced at him for a moment. The man truly was blessed with good looks.
Just then, his phone rang. It was a call from Zayn. He grabbed his phone and answered the call.
“Mr. Hawk, Dr. Ceylan accepted your invitation to meet tomorrow at the naturopathy center.” Zayn’s voice came through.
Stanley’s expression remained stoic. “Last time, Dr. Ceylan came and left without a word. Tomorrow, I’ll get a glimpse of that
mysterious person.”
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Wendy felt a chill at the back of her neck. This was bad.
Stanley had never forgotten how Dr. Ceylan had canceled their last meeting. He wasn’t the type to let someone play games with
him, and he was determined to see Dr. Ceylan tomorrow.
Stanley then looked over at Wendy. “Aren’t you going to take a shower?”
“Right.” Wendy quickly hurried to the bathroom.
Stanley frowned, ending the call. This Dr. Ceylan was starting to annoy him, just like Wendy. He dried his damp hair with a towel.
before opening up some files. As he flipped through them, soft, melodic sounds came from the bathroom.
“Stanley? Stanley!”
It was Wendy, calling his name.
Her voice was sweet and soft, completely different from her usual sharp tone. It sounded like honey, dripping with warmth.
Stanley stood up and walked to the bathroom door. “What is it?”
The door creaked open just a crack, revealing Wendy’s damp eyes and half of her face. The steam from the shower had made her
forehead slightly flushed, giving her a soft, glowing look.
She looked at him and asked, “Could you lend me a shirt?”
Stanley raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you have sleepwear here?“.
“I do,” she said, holding up a black lace lingerie set. “If you want, I can wear it for you right now.”
Stanley’s face went blank. He figured it was Glinda’s idea, trying to spice things up between them. He grabbed a white shirt from
the closet and tossed it to her.
“You don’t have the figure for that, so you’d better not embarrass yourself.”
He intentionally threw the oversized shirt straight at her face, covering her small head completely.
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Wendy quickly tugged the shirt off her face and shot him a glare, then tossed the lingerie at his handsome face with a sharp slap.
“My figure might not be good, but yours is. Maybe you should wear it yourself.”
Stanley froze, unsure what to say.
Wendy slammed the bathroom door with a sharp thud, sending a gust of air straight at him.
Stanley had been in a bad mood before, but now he couldn’t help but laugh.
His long fingers traced the lace of the lingerie as he inspected the straps and design. Glinda had clearly put a lot of thought into
this. Without a second thought, he tossed it into the trash.
Stanley sat back on the couch and resumed his work. Just then, the bathroom door opened with a quiet click before Wendy
stepped out.
He glanced up, and there she was, wearing his oversized white shirt. The loose fabric made her frame appear even more delicate, and the curves of her body made her look both pure and seductive. The shirt reached just above her knees, revealing smooth and
pale legs, the perfect balance of grace and beauty.
Stanley had to admit he had been joking earlier; Wendy truly had a stunning face and an incredible figure.
Wendy didn’t speak to him. She had dried her hair and now sat at the vanity, applying skincare products. There were several
bottles and jars scattered across the counter as she dabbed some lotion on her face, leaving behind a sweet, fragrant scent.
