Stela Walker POV
As he spoke, he continued to kiss me affectionately. His touch sends tingles all over my body.
His kiss shifted from the top of my head to my forehead, and then to the tip of my nose. When he was about to kiss my lips, he asked gently, "Stela, may I?"
At this moment, he was standing with his back to the light tightly, holding me tightly in his arms. And his broad chest blocked all the light from the window, which made me unable to see his face clearly.
Hearing his question, I was a little flustered. My face was burning hot. By his nearness, by his scent. I turned my face away and said, "I... I'm sorry..."
"It doesn't matter, Stela. I'll wait until you are willing to accept me," Mr. Mysterious said with a trace of disappointment in his voice.
Oh no, did I make him
