Help! My One-Night Stand Is Examining Me?!

Chapter 99: Chapter 99 Rare display

His thick palm cupped her rounded shoulders. Narrowing his dark eyes, he looked down at her from above,

“Don’t worry. Since I said it’s over between us, I won’t touch you. Just lie there and relax. If you don’t behave and try to sneak away, then I’d be force to...”

Alana detected the threat in the man’s tone and shuddered slightly. She bit her lip and said helplessly, “I...I understand. I won’t run away.”

Stephan watched her rare display of obedience and compliance, and the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly.

To be honest, with her injured knee, he wasn’t entirely comfortable with sending her home to be alone.

It would be better to keep her on his turf, where she’d stay put. As for the bitter words she’d been hinting at, that if he kept meddling in her affairs, he’d be nothing but a fool, he’d long since cast them to the winds.

After much hesitation, Alana couldn’t help but ask, “Um, could I... could I have a different room?”

After all, this room was filled with his scent. She felt a bit uncomfortable.

Stephan replied indifferently, “No, this is the only room available.”

Alana blushed and said, “Well, then I can sleep on the sofa in the living room?”

Stephan cupped her chin, taking in every inch of her flushed, alluring little face. His dark eyes narrowed, his tone dangerous.

“The sofa? It’s so small, do you think it can handle you tossing and turning? You might roll over in your sleep and fall right off. If you end up crippled, don’t come begging me to take responsibility for you.”

Alana blushed even more deeply, clearly rendered speechless by the man’s sharp retort. Her slightly pouted red lips betrayed a hint of defiance.

Yet she felt utterly helpless.

Her moist eyes were bright and alluring.

They looked so tempting that one couldn’t help but want to tease her mercilessly.

Stephan stared at her rosy, soft little mouth, struggling to suppress the urge to kiss her.

He decisively released her chin. “Get some rest.”

Leaving those words behind, he turned and walked away. It wasn’t that he wanted to leave; he was afraid that if he lingered even a moment longer, he wouldn’t be able to resist pinning her down on the bed and taking her.

After all, she was so delicate and vulnerable right now, sitting on his bed, perfect for him to.

Alana hadn’t expected him to actually leave. As she watched him close the door, she felt a sense of relief, yet at the same time, a vague, indescribable emotion crept into her heart.

It seemed he had truly decided to end things with her.

Hmm, well... that was probably for the best.

Alana took a moment to compose herself, then suddenly remembered something. She

couldn’t help but walk over to the head of the bed and lift the pillow. Underneath the pillow, there was nothing.

Wasn’t she supposed to have hidden her purple lace panties under his pillow? Why weren’t they there now?

Had he deceived her again?!

So, where did the man hide her panties?

Her mind went blank.

Maybe he was just pretending to hide them, and they’re actually lost.

After all, they were already worn. Alana bit her lip, quickly quelling her wild imagination.

If she couldn’t find her underwear, so be it. She wasn’t in the habit of rummaging through a man’s house, it would be too rude.

But she still had to take a shower on his turf.

After all, she’d just taken the two pets for a walk, stopping, starting, and running around, and had worked up a sticky sweat.

Plus, she’d fallen to the ground, and her skirt was dirty. Realizing the man had already left, Alana steeled her nerves and walked step by step toward his bathroom.

Stephan left the bedroom and went straight to the kitchen, where he poured himself a glass of cold water and drank several gulps in one go.

His long, slender knuckles gripped the glass tightly.

He thought of Alana, who was currently in his room, lying on his bed, resting her head on his pillow, and covered with his blanket.

Stephan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and a wave of heat washed over his body, making him feel unbearably restless.

He wondered if that woman, lying in a bed filled with his scent, was fantasizing about him even a little.

Stephan suddenly thought of something, set down the glass, and turned to walk out.

Alana took a quick shower in the men’s restroom. Since her skirt was dirty, she couldn’t wear it.

So in the end, she emerged wearing the man’s bathrobe.

The man’s gray bathrobe was loose and oversized; when she put it on, it nearly reached her feet.

She shuffled along in small steps, preparing to lie back down on the bed.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

A deep, masculine voice called out.

“Are you asleep yet?”

In the silent room, the man’s uniquely magnetic voice sounded exceptionally clear and pleasant.

Alana instinctively pulled the collar of her loose bathrobe tighter and asked nervously, staring at the door, “Is there...is there something you need?”

“I’m bringing you something.”

Alana asked, “What is it?”

“Clothes.”

Alana hesitated for a moment, but then walked over and opened the door for him.

After all, this was his home, his bedroom.

The fact that he didn’t just walk in with the clothes was already a big concession on his part.

Stephan stood in the doorway, holding several bags. They were the clothes and underwear he’d just bought for her.

He’d noticed that her blue dress had been stained with a bit of blood and had a tear in it, it was probably unwearable now.

Thinking she’d need something to wear to work tomorrow, he’d gone out and picked up a dress for her on the spot.

He waited patiently for the girl inside to open the door. The door clicked open.

The door swung open slowly.

Stephan looked up and saw a girl wrapped head to toe in a gray bathrobe.

Her hands clutched the loose collar tightly, and her petite face, as delicate as jade, was framed by her palms.

A pair of crystal-clear eyes, filled with nervousness and unease, met his gaze.

Perhaps because she had just finished bathing, her fair, delicate skin was soft and rosy, and a clean, pleasant fragrance wafted from her.

Moreover, she was wearing the very bathrobe he usually favored, one that still carried his scent.

The two scents mingled together.

For some reason, images of him and her entangled together flashed through his mind.

Stephan’s gaze grew even deeper and darker, and the look he cast at Alana held an intriguing, intense heat.

Alana felt extremely uncomfortable under the man’s gaze; beneath the bathrobe, she was completely bare, wearing nothing at all.

Being stared at so intently by him, she felt as if she might lose control at any moment.

She bit her lip and explained timidly, “I’m...I’m sorry. I just used your bathroom to take a shower. And since I didn’t have any clean clothes to change into, I just borrowed your bathrobe...I’ll wash your bathrobe and return it to you.”

“No need to wash it.’Last time I borrowed your bathroom and used your towel; this time, you’ve used mine. We’re even.”

Alana blushed and replied awkwardly, “Oh, okay.”

Stephan heard the girl’s robotic reply again, and he must admit, it was actually quite irritating.

He narrowed his dark eyes and asked deliberately, “Miss Martin, does my bathrobe fit well?”

Alana’s body trembled slightly, and her cheeks flushed even deeper.

She didn’t know how to answer.

“Why aren’t you speaking? Is my bathrobe comfortable to wear?”

The man deliberately emphasized the words “my bathrobe,” his tone laced with a hint of mischief.

Alana blushed even more, inwardly grumbling, How can he be so serious one moment and so frivolous the next?