By the time Stella Grace got to the Golden Garden, Frederick Addington was already waiting for her. When he saw her, he was speechless. She usually didn't wear much makeup and dressed plainly. She had never dressed like this before. Today she oozed sensuality and elegance, not a hair was out of place. What a stunning beauty! Celine Grace had tied the knot with Wilson Chuck because of her outstanding beauty. Stella was the undeniable product of their union. She sat across from Frederick. He poured her a glass of red wine with a suggestive smirk. "So to what do I owe the pleasure?" Stella lowered her eyes. "I never hated you," Frederick gave her another smirk as he eased back on his chair. "So tell me, what can I do for you?" Stella silently swirled her drink, her silky eyes staring through the wine and glass to the distorted world beyond. The longer she stayed silent, the more mysteriously beautiful she got, thought
Stella Grace did not take the towel. "I don't want to get married." "Hmm?" Jasper Milton paused for a while then said, "By the way." He fished out a jewelry box from his pocket, got down on one knee, and opened it to reveal a diamond ring. "Stella, marry me," Jasper implored solemnly. The light from the ceiling fell on his handsome face, encasing him in a charming halo. The diamond ring was also very shiny. Oh, how she wanted to accept it. She clenched her fists and squatted on the ground facing him. Jasper noticed that something was off. "What's wrong?" "Jasper, I think we're moving too fast. One month is not enough time for us to know each other. Also, every time I think of Timmy's death, I feel responsible. I want to help him find the murderer before considering other matters." Jasper's eyes darkened. "Is that it, or is it that you just don't like me?" His question cut straight into her heart. She lowered her head to
In the middle of the night. Jasper Milton's cell phone rang. He woke up warily and glanced at Stella Grace who was sound asleep. He answered the phone, went out of the door, and asked, "What's the matter?" "Jasper, we have a problem. Are you in Stella's house now?" Suzi Shine asked anxiously. "Yes. What's wrong?" Jasper was puzzled. "Now hurry back to the military camp. The Discipline Inspection Commission has sent someone to Stella's house to look for you. Once they find out that you are sleeping with Stella, you will not be able to clear your name." "What's wrong with me sleeping with Stella? She is my girlfriend." Jasper doubted. "Currently, Stella and Frederick are not divorced at all. They set a trap to frame you. You leave first then we can talk about it." Suzi explained. Jasper would not believe that Stella would hurt him, but he believed that Stella might be deceived. "I'm on solid ground and have done nothing wrong. There's no ne
A bunch of excuses came to her mind in an instant. For example, she could confess to her fake marriage to Frederick Addington. No matter they believed it or not, this could not change her identity as a married woman. She did not care if her name were to be ruined. She had nothing to lose anyway. She was afraid that it would jeopardize Jasper Milton's career. "We were going to investigate State Mayor Cher's murder covertly. We pretended to be a couple. Jasper found that someone was following us at that time, so he created a false identity for us." Stella said calmly, looking straight at her questioner. "Investigating State Mayor Cher's murder... but why did they ask you to go? Didn't you say that you had nothing to do with him?" "I've always liked to watch Sherlock Holmes since I was a child. My idol is Detective Conan. I'm a doctor and almost chose a career to be a forensic pathologist. We've also had dealings with each other before. He feels t
"If you dare to hurt her, I'll divorce you. I'll do it!" Suzi Shine yelled towards the door. Hearing this, Stella Grace turned around towards Suzi. Her eyes were red and her fists clenched. She saw helplessness and pity in Suzi's eyes, but no anger or hatred. The door was slammed shut. Steven Milton's subordinate gave her a blindfold. A film of pitch-blackness covered her eyes. She could not see anything as she was taken away. She remained calm and went quietly knowing it was useless to struggle; she would only die faster. Two hours later, her blindfold was taken off. There were walls all around, and there was only an iron door about one meter wide and two meters high. There was no bed or bathroom, not even a bottle of water. There was only a table and a chair. On the ceiling, a 50-Watt light bulb gave off a faint glow. A masked man put a few sheets of paper on the table. "If you want to liv
When Stella Grace awakened, she asked Suzi Shine for the time. A clock was placed on the table. She was acutely aware that she had been imprisoned in the dark little house for seven days. In all that time, she had not uttered a single word. On the morning of the eighth day, she was blindfolded and hurled into an unlicensed van. The van went round and round. She also changed vehicles a few times. After three hours, they finally dropped her off. Stella ripped off her blindfold. The 10 o'clock sunlight was very glaring. She could not open her eyes at all, so she had to close them. She calmed down and slowly tried again. Before her was a fountain in which stood a sculpture of a woman holding a child. Such irony. The trees and grass were emerald green, and the flowers were crimson red. She was still alive. Stella saw that she was near a park. She walked to the roadside and got into a taxi. "Sir,
Stella Grace stared straight ahead, a crack fleeted across her still eyes. In that crack was all the agony and unwillingness concealed within, and it turned to pitch dark. Only... Jasper Milton failed to see her pain because he was holding her. He looked at her affectionately, helplessly, sorry, and distressedly. "I'm sorry." Jasper whimpered. Stella lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covered the windows to her soul. Her voice was as light as autumn orchids. "I... won't forgive you." Jasper was stunned, his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, swallowing his bitter misery. He could bear all her hatred and complaints. "Well, I'll wait for you all my life to accept it." "Go!" Stella spat. Jasper frowned but stood still. "Go away." Stella glared up at him. Her eyes were determined, piercingly cold, and heart-wrenching. He did not even have a chance to persuade her to stay. He turned around, opened the door
Frederick squinted at her wounded hand apprehensively. He grabbed and lifted it. "What's wrong with your hand? Where's your pinkie?" Stella Grace calmly withdrew her hand and said, "I paid the price for some mistakes. A pinkie allows me to see reality clearly. It's worth it." "Steven? Zoah? Katty? Who did it?" Frederick Addington guessed. "No matter who did it, what's done is done. I have something to do. I'll contact you later." Stella walked past Frederick and entered the elevator. Frederick saw the elevator door close in front of him, and a look of pain flashed across his shrewd eyes. He and Stella had been married for three years. He had once contemplated every possible means to hurt her, to make her suffer. Her grief gave him a kind of sadistic joy, all because she was Wilson Chuck's daughter. But now, seeing her hurt so badly, he felt extremely angry. He wanted to find that person out, and cut off his ten fingers,