Chapter: 736

Stella, being the stubborn mule she was, extended her hand to Wesley, batting her eyelashes. "Wesley, I think I've twisted my ankle. Could you be a dear and help me up?"

Stella surmised with that pathetic little plea, Wesley couldn't possibly turn her down, right? Unless, of course, he wasn't a gentleman.

But Wesley, ever aloof, acted like she wasn't even there.

Seeing how Wesley frowned at Stella, Felix immediately handed him a disinfectant wipe.

Wesley, with this disgusted look on his face, wiped his hands like he'd just touched something truly vile.