Chapter 57

Adam's POV

My hand moved downward, my fingers slipping into her panties, rubbing against her cunt. At the same time. my fingers delved deeper, mischievously stirring

inside her. The tighter her body tensed, the deeper my fingers

went. and soon I felt her wetness. Her reaction made me even more aroused. No matter how many

times we made love. Stella's shy yet enchanting demeanor always

stirred my heart. Though my erection was painfully hard. I didn't enter her immedi

ately. Instead. I continued to tease her sensitive spot with my fin

gers, torturing her and myself in the process. "Do you want it? Beg me." I nibbled on her ear, deliberately teas

ing her. At this moment, she was already very aroused, her eyes moist wi

th a hint of tears. She raised her hand to hit me a few times,but

it was as if a cat was scratching. "Say it. Say you want it."

"I... I want you," she said, and then buried her face in my chest, I couldn't hold back any longer. Retracting my fingers. I thrust my hip

s, my erection fully entering her body. "It hurts!" she cried out, her voice tinged with pain. My size was indeed too large. and she had to adjust each time we

made love.

I moved gently, kissing her chest tenderly, probing cautiously.Feeling t

he increase in lubrication, I finally let go and moved more freely. My breathing grew heavy, and soft moans escaped her lips. She opened her body completely, matching my movements, but my fi

erce thrusts were still too much for her.

I looked down at her, seeing her still holding back, and I increased

my pace. "Relax." Encouraged, her voice grew louder, and she was soon swept into a w

ave of climax. \--- Later, as we lay there catching our breath, Stella threw the tie to the floor

with all her might. She turned her back to me, her body language clearly

expressing her indignation, despite her evident satisfaction. "Not taking a bath?" I asked, feeling unusually gentle, more patient

than usual after our intimacy. My fingers unconsciously played with

her long hair.

I could sense her internal conflict, wanting to bathe but too exhaus

ted to walk to the bathroom. The thought amused me-I had indeed

worn her out. Moving to her side of the bed. I looked down at her. "Bath?"

Stella stared at me for a moment, then silently raised her arms-wor

dlessly asking to be carried. Despite the gesture, her expression rem

ained reluctant, almost petulant. "Mrs. Lancaster seems rather unwilling." I observed. unable to resist

teasing her. The look of disbelief on her face was priceless. I could almost hear

her thoughts: *I've raised my arms! How much more willing do yo

u want me to be?*

Just as she seemed ready to snap at me, I bent down and effortles

sly scooped her up, holding her close to my chest. "Such a delicate flower," I whispered against her hair,enjoying her gl

are as I carried her to the bathroom. Once we crossed the bathroom threshold, her attitude changed.She firmly

pushed against my chest, using surprising strength to shoo me out-for

someone who claimed she couldn't walk. Iretreated,perhaps fearing another round in the bathroom. While she bathed. I had the staff change the sheets and then step

ped out onto the balcony fora smoke. The cool night air brushed a

gainst my skin as I gazed at the city lights,contemplating how Stella

had quickly become an indispensable part of my life. When had that happened? When had I started feeling such a stron

g sense of possessiveness over a woman who was supposed to be

just a marriage of convenience?

Ensuring the smoke had completely dissipated, I returned inside to

find Stella already in bed, scrolling through her phone.Her hair was

still damp from the bath, and the slight blush on her cheeks mad

e her look younger, more vulnerable. "Still have energy?" I asked, my tone carrying a hint of challenge. She immediately looked up at me, her eyes filled with suspicion.Her

wary expression made me chuckle. Her defensive posture had a st

range allure, like a small animal ready to flee at any moment. "Going to sleep soon," she quickly assured, her voice even raspier t

han before. Before she could turn off the screen, I noticed the content displayed. The

words "find a lawyer" were clearly visible. Looking for a lawyer?" I asked, deliberately keeping my tone neutr

al, though a cold feeling settledin my stomach. Was she already pl

anning to end our arrangement?

When she nodded without further explanation, I retrieved a black c

redit card I had prepared for her from the bedside table."Pocket m

oney for Mrs. Lancaster," I said, handing her the card. She froze, looking from the card to my face, her expression shifting

from surprise to something akin to amusement. "Mr. Lancaster," she said slowly, "this feels like you're paying me f

or services rendered." Her words caught me completely off guard. For a moment,I was ge

nuinely speechless-unexpectedly, I found myself laughing. "Is that what you think?" I asked, still amused. "That I'm trying to

compensate you?" Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger. "Handing me a

credit card right after-after what we just did, what else am I supp

osed to think?" She gestured vaguely at the bed,unable to explicitly

state what had transpired between us. My laughter subsided, but I couldn't entirely erase the smile from my

face. "You're my wife. That's a11. "And the lawyer?" she asked, watching me closely. "Aren't you go

ing to ask about that?"

"Should I?" I countered, sliding into bed beside her. "Are you pla

nning to divorce me already?"

I kept my tone light, but I found myself genuinely curious about

her answer. The thought of her ending our arrangement so soon... unsettled me more than it should. "No," she finally admitted. "The lawyer is to sue Lucy for spreadi

ng rumors about me."

A sense of relief washed over me, though I carefully concealed it. "Smart."

I reached out, tucking a strand of damp hair behind her ear.The

simple gesture felt strangely intimate. Pulling her into my embrace, I murmured,"Ifyour throat hurts, talk less. Sleep."

She hummed softly in response. \--- Stella's POV

I smoothed my skirt and glanced at my watch-fifteen minutes until the

interview with *Splendor*'sproduction team. Just enough time to

mentally review my portfolio highlights without starting to

second-guess my design choices.Mrs. Lancaster?" An assistant appeared before me. "They're rea

dy for you now."

I followed her through the hotel corridor, clutching my portfolio. Getting an interview for Deputy Styling Director at *Splendor*

was already a small victory. This production was this year's mos

t anticipated drama, with a budget that made even veteran pro

ducers nervous. Three people sat at the conference table, my preliminary design

s displayed on screens beside them. "Ms. Winston.please-"

The interview proceeded quickly, with technical questions about

period-appropriate fabrics, aging makeup techniques,and emergen

cy costume repairs. I answered confidently. When I finished my analysis, the Director nodded with approval. "We'll be in touch within two business days, Mrs.Lancaster."