Chapter 750: Chapter 750 Episode 036 She Disapproves (1)
On the bridge, the cold wind howled.
Standing on the bridge, the two of them stood facing each other, their clothes flapping in the wind.
Becca Reyes was tall, near 1.7 meters, just half a head shorter than Stuart Weston. Standing on her high-heeled shoes that elevated her further, with a slight tilt of her head, she was very close to him.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, leaning half her body against his, leaning forward.
Close.
Very close.
Even their breaths could be felt by one another.
Stuart Weston was somewhat nervous, his face taut.
"How about it?"
Leaning further into him, Becca Reyes asked softly. Her lips were almost against his.
Stuart Weston didn’t respond verbally.
Witnessing Becca Reyes reveal feminine side he had never seen before, his throat tightened, but he made no move.
Taking advantage of an opportunity...
"No, I still owe."
Composing himself, Stuart Weston spoke teasingly, but his voice was somewhat erratic.
Uncontrollable nerves.
This woman, inexplicably, stirred emotions.
"Hmm?"
Her lips curling into a smile, Becca Reyes suddenly chuckled.
A subtle smile, with an undertone of disappointment.
And then...
"However, I’m willing."
Decisively, Stuart Weston’s gaze swept somewhere before returning, and in the next moment, he seized Becca’s waist.
He used a significant amount of strength, leading himself to lean against her. His body crashed into hers.
Becca Reyes furrowed her brows.
Within a blink of an eye, the dominant role between the two had swapped.
Leaning down, Stuart Weston slightly lowered his head, moving towards Becca Reyes lips—
Lost in the fuzzy light, being invaded by the cold wind.
In the fleeting moment, Becca clenched her teeth, turning her head, and his lips just brushed off the corner of her lips. The cool breath startled her. Before she could think, she released Stuart and gave him a gentle push on his shoulders.
She pushed him away.
Becca Reyes was somewhat disoriented.
Watching Stuart walk backwards for two steps, she gently bit the corner of her lip, feeling an unexpected twinge of guilt.
However, seemingly prepped for the situation, a bitter smile lifted the corners of Stuart’s lips, his words tinted with sarcasm, "Heh, you just can’t handle me, only Calvin Ramos can, right?"
"..."
Lowering her head slightly, Becca Reyes stayed silent.
Only Calvin Ramos?
Perhaps, yes.
She liked Calvin Ramos, very much.
Affection required nurturing. She had been fully prepared to be with Calvin Ramos and worked hard to make it work. During training, she restrained her feelings, and even during normal times, she limited her contact with Calvin. She was so sensible that even she found it hard to believe.
During this time, she was careful and cautious, as if walking on thin ice.
Yet, she remained optimistic.
She sincerely believed that after she gave her all, someone would cherish it, and then reciprocate in the same way.
In the end, the reality proved that she was just a fool. To others, her sincerity was just garbage that could be discarded at any time.
Undeniably, the casual "break-up" from Calvin was a painful blow that lingered in her heart.
Pain, a deep, bone-chilling pain, as if she was being cut by a knife.
Thousands of cuts and slices could’t compare to this.
Standing in the wind, Becca Reyes was pale-faced and she stared at Stuart, "No, I just can’t catch my breath."
A word for each sentence.
But her eyes were filled with unshed tears.
Defiant, stubborn, tenacious.
Staring blankly at her, Stuart, who was holding back his emotions internally, suddenly felt his heart softened at the sight of her.
