My Amnesic Ex Married My Sister, So I Married His Uncle-Chapter 55: Owen on a Platter, a Waste Not to Eat
Stella Sterling stared at the handwriting on the letter, her thoughts drifting.
After ten years of long, rambling letters, she couldn’t be expected to remember every single word and sentence.
But this particular sentence was vividly imprinted on her mind.
"No," Stella said.
Her gaze drifted to that sentence on the page. After a long moment, she said, "It’s because the sea is free."
Because the sea is unrestrained, because the waves don’t need anyone’s permission to crash ashore.
After speaking, she turned to Owen Rhodes and smiled, the corners of her lips curving up.
Though she was clearly smiling, her eyes were as still as an old well, as if no light could penetrate them.
Looking at her increasingly tranquil eyes, Owen Rhodes had a gut feeling he’d brought up the wrong topic.
A flash of heartache flickered in his eyes, and he immediately changed the subject.
"If you’re painting the sea, then why hire a nude model?"
Stella snapped back to reality, feigning deafness. "Huh?"
Owen Rhodes set down the letter, placed one hand beside Stella, and leaned in, slowly closing the distance.
"I said, why are you looking for a nude model? Did you hear me clearly this time?"
Stella clutched the letter in her hand and nodded tremblingly.
’Owen Rhodes’s voice is so nice. Kieran... yet a little deep. When he deliberately lowers it like that, it’s unbelievably sexy.’
’But it also feels strangely dangerous.’
Stella subconsciously leaned back, trying to maintain a "safe distance" from him.
The moment her back hit the sofa, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
’Ariana Grant had said Owen Rhodes was her husband, not her brother-in-law; she should let loose and seduce him.’
’Ariana had also said that if she was going to be a bad girl, she had to cast aside her shame.’
’And Ariana had also said, "Appetite and lust are parts of human nature." An Owen Rhodes served up on a silver platter? It would be a waste not to indulge!’
Stella Sterling was a very fast learner.
Her tense back immediately relaxed. She glanced sideways at Owen Rhodes and gave him a smile that could topple nations. The corners of her eyes held a hint of allure, like a coquettish reveler used to frequenting bars and taverns.
"Isn’t it obvious? What other reason could there be? Of course it’s because I’m lusting after his body."
Owen Rhodes froze for a second. When he lowered his gaze, he saw Stella’s hand clutching the letter tightly, and he instantly understood.
’This girl... all bark and no bite.’
Owen Rhodes stared at her. "Is that so?"
Stella watched as Owen Rhodes’s sharply defined face magnified before her. A strong, powerful arm wrapped around her waist. With a slight tug, her entire world turned upside down.
By the time she realized what had happened, she was sitting astride Owen Rhodes’s lap. The letters, which hadn’t been put away, were scattered all over the floor.
As her body pitched forward from the momentum, her long, wavy hair fell like a fringe, shrouding Owen Rhodes’s chiseled face, but it couldn’t hide the flecks of light in his eyes.
"So, did you get a taste? Are you satisfied?"
Owen Rhodes asked in a low voice as he reached out and tucked her stray hair behind her ear.
As his warm fingertips brushed against the shell of her ear, Stella felt a jolt, as if a current had passed through her. Goosebumps erupted all over her skin.
She couldn’t see it herself, but she could feel her cheeks burning so hot that even her eyes felt slightly feverish.
A smile played in Owen Rhodes’s eyes as his gaze traveled down, inch by inch, from her clear, moist eyes.
Her peach-pink cheeks, her small nose, her crimson lips...
Owen Rhodes stared openly at her lips, looking as if he might pounce and bite them at any second.
He launched a silent assault with his eyes, while Stella—chose to get physical.
Her cool, slightly trembling thumb suddenly pressed against Owen Rhodes’s lower lip, rubbing back and forth.
It was as if she had gotten a fascinating new toy that she couldn’t bear to put down.
Once she’d had her fun, her index finger traced a cool line along his jaw before suddenly tilting his chin up, forcing him to meet her eyes.
But Stella’s eyelashes were trembling.
She said, "I’m not satisfied. So naturally, I have no desire to get a taste."
Owen Rhodes’s lips curved into a smirk. "What about me? Want to give me a try?"
Stella mimicked his smirk. "Mr. Rhodes, aren’t you afraid I’ll break you?"
"How will you know if you don’t try?"
The words had barely left his mouth when Owen Rhodes leaned forward and accurately pressed his lips against hers.
Cool and soft. Owen Rhodes instinctively gave a gentle suckle.
"Ngh!"
Stella shoved him away abruptly and bolted from the master bedroom without looking back.
Yep, she was blushing.
Bright red.
Owen Rhodes still remembered their first kiss. Stella’s cold eyes had remained as placid as a nun’s, completely unmoved.
’Break him?’
’There’s no way she could break me.’
’But I might just break from holding back.’
’She’s the one who wanted to play, and she’s also the one who ran away.’
’But now, she probably doesn’t have the mental space to think about those unhappy things anymore.’
Owen Rhodes shook his head with a resigned sigh and walked into the shower to cool off.
Half an hour later, Owen Rhodes knocked on the guest room door again.
This time, the door opened quickly.
Half an hour had passed, and the flush had already faded from Stella’s cheeks.
She stared straight ahead, her eyes level with Owen Rhodes’s broad chest.
She still looked like she hadn’t quite recovered.
Owen Rhodes was just about to say something to ease the tension when he heard Stella say, "Let’s do it over. That last one didn’t count."
With that, she grabbed the collar of Owen Rhodes’s pajamas with both hands, yanked him toward her, and pressed her cool lips against his. Her hands immediately moved to wrap around his shoulders.
As her soft body pressed against his, Owen Rhodes almost instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist.
He smiled silently, returning her kiss with a gentle, lingering passion.
The hand on Stella’s waist tightened, and in the next moment, he lifted her up, securely supporting her by the thighs.
Kissing her with his head tilted back, Owen Rhodes carried her back to the master bedroom.
Inside the master bedroom, Owen Rhodes had already gathered the letters and placed them back in the mother-of-pearl box.
He placed Stella on the bed, his kisses now carrying a hint of reassurance.
The overhead light went out, but the small night lamp on the bedside table remained lit.
At that moment, Owen Rhodes gently kissed her forehead and asked, "This kiss, are you satisfied with it?"
Stella just felt dizzy and dazed, and she let out a noncommittal hum.
"Good. Now, go to sleep."
"Mm... Huh?"
’Go to sleep???’
’Wait, is this right???’
Stella was a little frustrated.
She had finally psyched herself up, and this was it?
Under the dim yellow light, she couldn’t help but look at Owen Rhodes and ask, "Owen, are you... not capable?"
Owen Rhodes froze, then turned on his side and pinched her cheek.
He wasn’t gentle, using a bit of force, and Stella let out a soft yelp of pain.
Owen Rhodes immediately let go. "Don’t you know you’re not supposed to say that about a man? Stop learning all this nonsense from Ariana Grant."
’But if he was capable, why wasn’t he reacting at all?’
"Then why, why are you..." Stella didn’t know how to finish.
Owen Rhodes turned on his side to look at her, his eyes filled with carefully suppressed desire. "Stella, how about I give you three chances? I know that girls and guys see intimacy differently. I want you to do this with someone you like, to experience it with a relaxed heart. Today counts as the first time. If you’ve made up your mind, you can take the initiative and kiss me, okay? But you only get three chances."
He pulled Stella into his arms, making no effort to hide his true physical reaction. "Any more than that, and I won’t be able to hold back, okay?"
