My Amnesic Ex Married My Sister, So I Married His Uncle-Chapter 67: You Can’t Bite That Hard Next Time
"A long, long time ago. Before you even knew me."
The moment the words left his mouth, Owen himself was startled.
Perhaps Stella’s complete openness tonight had gotten to him, making him unconsciously say things he thought he would never tell a soul.
There were some things he never planned on letting her know.
At the thought, he lowered his gaze, his brow furrowing slightly in frustration.
’If Stella asks about it later, how am I supposed to explain?’
However, Stella was too drunk to think about much else.
Right now, her mind was fixated on a single idea—Owen’s face, which didn’t look particularly friendly, was surprisingly soft!
Stella didn’t have the habit of growing her nails; they were cut short and clean.
The pad of her finger gently poked a dimple into his cheek. It was soft, like cotton.
Finding it novel, Stella stared at his cheek, poking it again and again.
It wasn’t a hard poke.
But it was enough to be tantalizing.
Owen had been feeling a bit uneasy, but the woman beside him never responded to his words, instead just kept poking his face.
The usual Stella would never do something so intimate.
Owen raised an eyebrow. So, the girl was drunk.
He turned his head to look at her, only to be met by Stella’s outstretched, slender finger—
In a flash, it poked his lower lip.
Owen froze.
He thought Stella would quickly pull her hand away.
But instead, the girl whose gaze had been hazy slowly widened her eyes, a spark of light flashing within them.
Her cool finger pressed against his lip, tracing it from one side to the other.
Stella gasped in exaggeration and marveled, "Wow, so soft!"
As she spoke, her finger began to slide back and forth across his lips, as if she couldn’t get enough.
Stella was quite dizzy now and didn’t know her own strength. Her fiddling had made Owen’s lips considerably redder.
After a few passes, she pulled her hand back in disbelief and touched her own lips.
"It’s even softer than mine..."
Watching her, Owen’s gaze darkened. He was inexplicably reminded of the kiss from the other night, the one that had sent his mind reeling for so long.
And the gentleman’s agreement he had made that night.
At that moment, Owen had a very ungentlemanly thought. ’There are only two chances left anyway. Stella isn’t sober right now, so it wouldn’t be out of line to tempt her a little, right?’
’If she really takes the bait, doesn’t that prove she’s not completely uninterested?’
’But she’s not sober. What if she doesn’t acknowledge it when she wakes up?’
While his mind was in turmoil, a cool fingertip suddenly touched his lips again.
Feeling the cool touch on his lips, Owen asked, "Do you like it?"
His mouth acted before his reason could. ’She’s my wife, so what if I seduce her a little?’
Stella nodded quickly. "I do."
"Is just touching it enough?"
The finger sliding on his lip paused. Stella blinked her watery eyes at him, their clarity giving Owen an inexplicable pang of conscience.
But before he could say anything, Stella suddenly got up, then straddled his lap to face him.
Because of the alcohol, an alluring pink blush colored Stella’s eyes.
She looked at Owen and asked in a small voice, "Then can I take a bite? Just a small one."
"..." ’She really took the bait.’ "You can."
Stella smiled and lunged forward, genuinely taking a bite of his lip.
A real bite.
Owen’s brow furrowed in pain, and he subconsciously reached out to stroke her back.
Stella was true to her word, letting go after one bite.
But when she looked up and saw Owen’s face scrunched up, she quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, did I bite you too hard?"
A look of genuine grievance appeared on his face. "Yeah."
"Then... then you can bite me back. I won’t bite next time—Mmph..."
Owen also bit her lower lip. He wanted to bite down hard as she had, but he was afraid of hurting her.
Even though he didn’t use much force, Stella still flinched back in pain.
Owen didn’t let her go, instead soothing the spot he’d bitten with soft, meticulous kisses.
The scent of alcohol on her breath was more intoxicating than ever.
Desire instantly colored Owen’s eyes. The woman in his arms was whimpering like a little kitten.
When he finally pulled away from her lips, Stella’s were slightly swollen and glistening, like cherries brushed by morning dew.
Owen said, "You can’t bite that hard next time."
Stella replied dazedly, "Oh."
Owen stared at her. "Stella."
"Hm?" Her soft, sweet voice was like a hook.
"This is the second time." He stared at her plump, rosy lips and, unable to resist, leaned in to peck them again. "You have to remember. You can’t go back on your word when you wake up tomorrow. Understand?"
Whenever he asked "Understand?", Stella was always very obedient. She nodded meekly. "I understand."
Owen smiled and gently placed his hand on the crown of her head. Like a docile kitten seeking affection, Stella rubbed her head against his palm.
He lowered his eyes, forcefully suppressing the heat rising within him.
After a moment, he changed the subject. "Did you have fun drinking?"
Stella was dizzy but in a great mood. "Mhm! I had fun."
"Then don’t be sad by yourself anymore. When you’re unhappy, I’ll drink with you, okay?"
Stella nodded unconsciously, her gaze fixed on Owen’s lowered eyes, unable to look away.
Owen didn’t hear a response and was about to look up when that finger landed on his eye again.
The fingertip traced back and forth twice. Owen heard her say, "Owen, I like your eyes, and I like your eyelashes, too."
The undisguised and pure confession instantly sent Owen’s heart soaring.
"Owen, I think I might like you a little."
Owen froze.
Stella had clearly said, "Owen."
She meant him.
Fireworks exploded in his mind.
By the time he came to his senses, he had carried Stella back to the bedroom. Her lips, already slightly swollen, were even more so now.
He pecked her lips repeatedly. "Stella, you can’t forget when you wake up tomorrow."
The alcohol was hitting her harder now. The kisses made her even dizzier, and she nodded haphazardly, her eyes heavy with sleep.
「The next morning」
Stella woke up a little earlier than usual.
Her head throbbed with a dull ache. She shook it and staggered into the washroom.
As she was about to brush her teeth, she looked up and saw her own swollen, red lips.
CLATTER—
The toothbrush fell from her hand.
’What did I do last night? Why are my lips swollen? Did I do something wild while I was drunk?’
Fragmented images flashed through her mind, gradually connecting into a complete scene.
"Gasp." Stella sucked in a breath, covering her mouth in disbelief.
Just then, the washroom door was pushed open. Stella’s panicked eyes met a pair of deep, composed ones.
Owen was surprised. "Why are you up so early?"
Owen had just returned from his morning run. His athletic T-shirt was plastered to his body with sweat, and beads of it dripped from his hair.
Stella darted past him. "You should shower first."
With that, she ran out, slamming the door shut with a BANG.
After Owen had washed up and come out, he saw the lump on the bed.
She was curled up in a ball, with the large comforter pulled over her head.
’Playing ostrich again.’
Stella felt the mattress dip beside her. Then, someone wrapped their arms around her, comforter and all. His clear, deep, magnetic voice sounded by her ear.
"Stella, do you remember what happened last night?"
The head under the covers shook frantically.
’I really don’t remember a thing!’
