Lucas Scott said those words in a normal demeanor, without a hint of nervousness.
Yet as soon as his voice faded, his hand instinctively wrapped around Stella York's waist, pulling her closer into his embrace.
In just three seconds, his palm began to slide towards her chest.
"Lucas Scott..."
"I'm not moving, I'm sleeping." Lucas Scott's hand paused, not going any further.
But it wasn't long before he began to act restlessly again.
Stella York had no idea why she believed his words...
Could she return his flower tea now and make him leave her bed?
She could almost imagine Lucas Scott calmly telling her that once the goods are out, there's no returning them.
When it comes to shamelessness, she can't compare to him.
Stella York eventually couldn't escape being completely consumed, leaning against Lucas Scott's chest, too exhausted to even lift a finger...
She swore she'd never trust a man's promise of just hugging and doing nothing again!
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At the Yale Family Estate.
