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Chapter 663 Act Like A Spoiled Girl
Chapter 663 Act Like a Spoiled Girl
In the evening, after dinner, the group returned to their respective suites in the hotel.
After the three members of Stefan's family rested for a while, fearing that Jimmy would catch a cold if
he took a bath too late, they asked him to take a bath first.
Martha had been slumped on the sofa, and the picture of Stefan leaning on the railing keeps flashing
through her mind.
She rubbed her eyebrows tiredly, and wanted to start painting until she returned to C Country, but that
picture seemed to be imprinted in her mind.
Finally, in desperation, she could only turn her head to look at Stefan who was sitting next to her.
"Stefan, I want some art supplies."
During their visit to the wildlife park earlier that day, Martha overheard one of the staff members
mention that most of Lover Island's tourism industry was invested by Stefan. This meant there were
many people eager for his attention on this island. So it shouldn't be too difficult for him to help find
someone who could sell art supplies.
It was only 8:30 p. m. now; if she worked quickly enough tonight, Martha believed she could create anovelbin
rough sketch and finish painting within two or three nights.
Thinking this way made Martha feel relieved, because having inspiration but not being able to paint
was one of the greatest frustrations to the artist.
Stefan raised an eyebrow slightly at Martha's request and his eyes were dark with interest.
"You want to paint right now?"
"Mmm," replied Martha softly as she looked into his eyes filled with anticipation.
The man's lips curved up slightly into an alluring smile as he spoke in a husky voice, "Why should I buy
you art supplies?"
Martha was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized what he meant.
She frowned slightly, and a blush appeared on her pretty face, "What do you want?"
As long as Stefan wasn't asking anything unreasonable from her, she could satisfy him once.
A wicked smile appeared on Stefan's lips, and he whispered what he had thought about in his mind.
"Act like a spoiled girl in front of me."
Martha had never acted like a spoiled girl in front of him, so he wondered what it would be like.
Also, after being married for so long, she had never called him "honey", and he wanted to hear her call
out to him like that.
Stefan clenched his hand, and his heartbeat sped up when he thought of Martha looking at him with
puppy dog eyes.
Martha, who was sitting next to him, was slightly taken aback when she heard Stefan's requirement,
and looked at him with shock in her eyes.
Act like a spoiled girl? Seriously?
Seeing her confused look, Stefan smiled even more.
His eyes fell on her red lip. He wished he could lean forward and kiss her lips right now.
He tightened his big hand by his side, and replied in a deep voice, "You heard me right. I want you to
act like a spoiled girl."
Martha froze, and immediately understood what he meant.
She had never acted like a spoiled girl in front of Stefan, and now she realized that wouldn't get the
painting tools if she didn't satisfy him.
After thinking it over, she recalled how those spoiled girl would do.
During this time, Stefan kept staring at her, waiting for her next move.
After a long time, she bit her lip, shyly stretched out her hand to hold Stefan's arm, and shook it,
"Stefan, I want to paint, please help me."
The man's Adam's apple rolled, his pupils shrank slightly, and he wished he could take her right now.
After waiting for a while, Martha still didn't hear the man speak. She could only feel his gaze fixed on
her.
She looked up at him suspiciously, and after meeting his gaze, her pretty face suddenly became even
redder.
She thought Stefan wanted her to continue, and she bit her lip hard, looking innocently at the man
beside her.
"Stefan, I like you so much. Don't you even agree to such a small wish of mine?"
His eyes became darker as he leaned over and directly pressed her on the sofa.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips domineeringly.
"Mmm," Martha couldn't help but let out a low moan, and began to push the man with her hands.
Just when he was about to make the next move, Martha froze and reached out to block his big hand.
"Jimmy's still here. We can't do that."
The man's hands paused, his lips pursed, and his brows were furrowed in displeasure.
Martha took advantage of the moment when the man paused, and immediately moved aside, looking at
him warily.
"Stefan, calm down."
The man took a deep breath and looked at the woman beside him with scarlet eyes.
Martha was slightly taken aback, and immediately opened her mouth to explain the purpose of her
acting like a spoiled girl just now, "You... you just said that you would prepare painting tools for me after
I satisfied you."
"Since I've done it, you should fulfill your promise." Stefan sighed helplessly upon hearing these words.
He knew that Martha didn't want to have sex with him at this time, so she changed the topic.
He took a deep breath, his eyes were fixed on her, and finally his lips parted slightly, and he asked
hoarsely, "Who am I to you now?"
"You're my husband." Martha looked at the man next to him suspiciously, not understanding why he
suddenly asked this question.
After the man heard what he wanted to hear, his hand tightened again.
The corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he said in a deep voice, "The painting tools are in the
cabinet under the TV."
Martha froze for a moment, got up and walked towards the TV, and finally squatted to open the TV
cabinet.
The TV cabinet was full of all kinds of brushes and painting utensils.
Surprised, she couldn't help but turn around and ask.
"When did you prepare?"
"Before we come, I have someone to prepare them, just in case you want to paint." Stefan responded
with a deep voice, got up and walked towards the wine rack, and opened a bottle of red wine.
Immediately afterwards, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and added, "The easel is
behind the TV. Just unfold it and it's ready to use."
Martha was slightly taken aback, got up and took out the easel behind the TV, at this moment she was
taken aback again.
There were two easels, one large and one small behind the TV, which were obviously prepared for her
and Jimmy.
She was moved, and turned to look at Stefan, "Stefan, thank you."
The corner of the man's mouth raised slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "I prefer to hear you call me
'honey'."
She blushed, raised a smile and called out in a sweet voice, "Thanks, honey."
Stefan, who had just calmed down, felt his desires overcame him again when he heard that.