Many students expressed their disbelief.
Then loads of messages ensued. Stella blocked them, refusing to see the messages.
She didnt in the slightest care what others would say or think.
Ebert finished showering and walked out of the bathroom, wrapped around his waist with a bath towel as usual. His robust chest made Stella blush again.
She was looking through her cellphone to conceal her bashfulness. Ebert directly sat next to her, turned on the TV. The warmth emanated from his body was coming toward her, making her body feel increasingly hot too.
The embarrassing and intimate atmosphere overwhelmed Stella.
At last, she decided to say something to distract herself.
"Im going to Anston tomorrow—to make my student loan payment. Its just some final procedures. Ill be back when its done. Youll have to cook for yourself tomorrow, or eat out. Ill be back the day after tomorrow, in the morning, perhaps."
Ebert replied lightly, "Get it."
So saying, Stella rose to her feet and went to her room to pack her bags.
It being a short trip, she didnt think she needed to bring with her many things, and she only put in her handbag a few pieces of clothes and some cosmetics and the like.
As Stella was bending down beside the bed, Ebert stealthily came in and hugged her. His hot breath came at her neck. The clothes in Stellas hands dropped; her earlobe was clipped by his lips, and all of a sudden, she felt an exhilarating shiver run through her; her body felt weak.
The man let out low and deep laughter, which rendered Stella all the more bashful.
Actually, her ear was the most sensitive part of her body; she didnt tell her new husband about it, and yet it seemed he was already well aware of it. As Stella was wondering if he was so experienced in it that he could easily find it out, she was pressed unto the bed by his body.
She didnt struggle, knowing while she was not too familiar with the man, they were after all husband and wife, and it was but normal for husband and wife to do what they were about to do next.
Besides, her body seemed quite willing to accept it.
Ebert looked at the girl beneath him; her features blossomed in bashfulness; her skin was rosy and faintly red; her eyes, which were crystal clear, was covered with a thin mist; her eyelashes were quivering as he kissed and moved—they were like a dancing butterfly, fluttering its wings in cheerfulness.
She was such a hottie.
Stimulated, Ebert couldnt bear it anymore; he thrusted with all his strength, wriggling it in her.
…
Stella got off the plane, got in a taxi, and made a call toe Ebert let him know she was safe.
"Im in Anston now. Gonna go to the school."
Ebert was silent for a while.
His voice was typically deep, yet it seemed a bit more cold.
"OK, take care of yourself."
Without anything else to day, Stella hung up the phone.
The taxi drove for a while, and there was a traffic jam ahead, which lasted for about twenty minutes. When they moved a little farther forward, the driver realized what was happening and said, "Turns out its a traffic limit. There must be some big-shot ."
Stella took a look out and saw one black car after another, which appeared rather luxury yet low-keyed, moving steadily ahead on another way, and people like Stella had to wait.
A car whizzed past, and as the car window was rolled down, Stella caught sight of a familiar figure.
A bolt of astonishment struck her, but she soon discarded the thought, thinking she must have gone out of her mind to take it for Ebert.
One was in Anston, the other in Kenston; one was an important bigshot, the other—a builder working at a construction site.
Stella shook her head and chuckled lightly, deeming her thoughts foolish and wayward.
Coming out of the school with her business done, Stella went to the apartment rented by Eve Machin. She took a nap there for the whole afternoon, then called Eve to make an appointment with her.
The appointed place was a high-end hotel.
As Stella stepped in the hall, several workers bypassed her in a hurry. They appeared rather cautious and reverent, seeming to be welcoming someone important.
She cast a glance back and saw many fancy cars at the door.
Not being too curious about it, she headed for the elevator, stopped there, and waited for the elevator.
In the meantime, a few young men, accompanied by the manager, walked in the hotel, talking and laughing.
Stella heard their laughter, but didnt hear clearly what they were speaking. Standing quietly at the elevator, her slender figure looked graceful and enchanting.
"Guys… You know what. I just saw a pretty babe on the door. She looks so innocent and lovely. Her eyes are so big and watery. She really turns me on."
Charles Golden chuckled, "Turns you on? Then tell Mr. Wilson to find her and bring her to our private room."
The elevator beeped, and the men got out of the elevator. Charles said to the manager, "Go and find out who the girl is, Mr. Wilson."
Mr. Wilson nodded promptly, and he left after leading the men into their private room.
"Charles, where is Mr. Carr? Is he lost? You know, hes been away for more than a year."
Charles shook his head, took out a cigarette, lit it, smoked it, and said, "Nonsense. Mind your tongue when Mr. Carr is here. You have only one mission tonight—to please him, go it? By the way, Eason, where is the babe you mentioned just now?"
"Shes downstairs. Ill let her come now. Rest assured, Charles. Im sure our gift will satisfy Mr. Carr."