"What secret?" Stella Grace blurted. "Can you give me your phone number?" Greg Miles asked warmly. Stella glared at him coldly. Mentioning the secret was just another way to accost her. Besides, she had nothing to do with Jasper Milton's secret. "If we meet again, I'll give you my phone number. Besides, I don't think your girlfriend is happy about it." Stella smiled at his female companion. "She is not my girlfriend. She is my colleague," Greg explained. "Director Miles the womanizer, not taking advantage of the woman around him? I'm amazed," Stella said coldly. Greg felt a little embarrassed and he left with his colleague with a faint smile. "I knew it. You're so beautiful, guys fall for you left and right. Granted, they may not be good guys," Eli sighed. Stella listened to Eli gossip while sipping alcohol. Both of them drank a little too much. Eli did not drive home, instead, they took a cab. When they got home, they f
Stella Grace went back to Eli Wayne's place to shower. She changed into a long white dress and a black windbreaker. She left her luggage there. Being selfish for once. If she put her luggage at Wilson Chuck's place, he would definitely throw it away like garbage. She didn't want to leave the world without leaving some trace of her existence. She went to Wilson's place. When Felicia Chuck saw her, she gave her a contemptuous look. "Mom, the bitch is back," Felicia yelled, making sure Stella could hear her. Stella pushed past her without a word. Felicia was furious and blocked her. "Stella, this is my house. Shouldn't you greet me before you enter my house?" Stella fixed a cold, calm glare on Felicia. "I don't think you like to talk to me though." Felicia gnashed her teeth. "If you already know about that, then you should also know that there is no place for you in this house. Why are you still here?" "Felicia, don't forge
There was no traffic jam at two o'clock. He arrived at Wilson Chuck's house in 20 minutes. Felicia Chuck ran to meet him, her face meticulously made up. "Frederick, you're back." Frederick smiled deviously. "Where is your father?" "How could my father be at home at this hour? He's not the director of the company like you. You can decide on your work hours. I haven't seen you for several days. What are you busy with recently?" Felicia asked enthusiastically. "It's the end of the year, so there's more work to be done. How about you come over and be my assistant from tomorrow onward?" He walked into the house and looked around until his eyes fell on Stella's door. Felicia was very happy. "No, I don't want to. If I go to your workplace, you'll find me annoying when you're busy. I'm fine with staying at home now since I get my money from you." Frederick was disgusted by her. Stella would never ask him for money. Even if he gave it to her willi
The nurse pointed to the medical device and said, "Doctor, her heartbeat has resumed!" Frederick Addington was so excited that he squeezed Stella Grace's hand and pressed it hard against his lips. Warm tears streamed down the back of her hand. "Stella, it's so good that you're alive. I'm so glad that you're alive," Frederick whispered to himself in a trembling voice, gazing at Stella's face with affection. She was beautiful even when she was asleep. She was so graceful, and she was one of a kind. The burning pain in her wrist woke her up. She opened her eyes. Her eyes were as calm as still water. The first thing that caught her eye was the white ceiling. There was the smell of disinfectant in her nose. She instantly knew where she was. She didn't feel any pain when she was dying. As soon as she woke up, not only did she feel distressed, her wrist hurt. She once heard a saying, "The purpose of life is to pass
There was a saying that time is the best medicine. How long must one take to forget pain? How long must one take to forget someone? Which is the right path for her to take? A person had to experience various jobs in order to find the most suitable one. Stella Grace wanted to go abroad to study psychology. She knew that she was sick, that she was not mentally well. She could not rely on others. She wanted to be independent and save herself. But to do this, she required a huge amount of money. Moreover it was not easy to enroll in a university she wanted. Psychology in the United States was way more advanced than A Country. Numerous mental health clinics were built there for the past 20 years. Seeing a psychiatrist was just as common as visiting a general practitioner there. After she was discharged from the hospital, she made a phone call to Greg Miles. She told him her plans. She needed his help to arrange things.
It felt like forever since they last saw each other. The flight attendant repeated the announcement but no doctors came forth. Elsa Milton became even more anxious. Stella Grace squatted in front of the pregnant woman and asked, "Do you remember when was the last time you did an ultrasound?" Jasper Milton looked at her in surprise. "Is it really you?" Stella looked at him, "I was an obstetrician in A City four years ago. Don't worry, I will make sure both the mother and the baby will be safe." Stella directed her words at Elsa to calm her down. This was to ensure the delivery to go smoother. Sure enough, Elsa slowly calmed down. "I did an ultrasound a week ago. The fetus looked fine, and its position was appropriate for delivery. The umbilical cord was not wrapped around the fetus. The doctor suggested I go for natural birth," Elsa said. "Is this your first or second delivery?" she asked calmly. "It's my sister's first time gi
Jasper Milton realized what he had done and pulled his hands back. This brought back memories of alienation and conceit, and with them the forgotten bitterness and cold. "There is one thing that I haven't figured out. I hope you can tell me the truth," Jasper asked seriously. Stella Grace smiled tightly, "I read a book once. Apparently in our whole lifetime, we would have done three things we regretted, and three things that we are proud of. Learn to let go and stop being so stubborn. I have to go and check on your sister now. She just gave birth to a baby, I need to examine her properly." Stella turned around. "Am I the reason you left the Inspection Institute and Sun City?" Jasper asked. Stella stopped and turned back towards him, her eyes full of confidence and maturity. "I left because I wanted to be responsible for myself. It had nothing to do with anyone. Stop worrying about it, Chief." Jasper's gaze darkened. Stella entered the pri
The old Stella Grace would have been intimidated. Jasper Milton scrutinized her with an intense gaze. She remained calm. She asked with a smile, "You are troubled by the thought, aren't you?" Jasper tried to discern her reaction. It was in vain. She just smiled winsomely, as if it didn't matter to her. Jasper held her gaze. "Is it true?" "The past is in the past. You don't have to care about it so much. It is meaningless to know whether we have loved each other in the past. Perhaps, I was the only one who was in love? As time goes by, any impetuous thoughts should stay in that impetuous past," Stella said jokingly. "Stop talking nonsense. I only want to know if we dated before?" Jasper said in a serious tone. Stella paused for a moment and answered, "No, we didn't." Jasper glared at her. "Is it fun to talk so much nonsense? Do you think I have time t