Stella Grace's eyes quivered as she stared intently at Jasper Milton. She wanted to see if he was lying. He wasn't. He was more unfathomable than she was. Had he been dreaming about her all this time? Did he keep thinking about her? Even though she had made up her mind to leave the past behind, this was still a heavy blow. "We met once three years ago, on a train. You were concerned about my little finger. Dreams may not be memories, but they might be things that you remember incorrectly. There was a mentally-ill patient, telling a ghost story. She said her husband's mistress' name was Anna Schultz, and their daughter born out of wedlock was Rainie Miller. But in actual fact, Anna was actually her daughter's name, while Rainie was her daughter's classmate's name. You recalled that the woman in your dream broke a finger. You subconsciously thought it was me. In fact, it might not be me," Stella explained. Jas
Greg Miles was worried "You're right. Only Angie herself could have found her own temples in the dark. It's so accurate. But I am afraid that we wouldn't be able to convince Jacob Anderson without any solid evidence.". "Let's ask Jeremy Shine. What does this photo mean to him? I think there should be some hint from this," Stella Grace suggested calmly. "Why would you think so?" Greg asked, puzzled. "Angie had been preparing for this for a few days. The way she planned things shows that she was a careful person. Since she chose to commit suicide, she was worried that the fitness coach would be a suspect. That was the whole reason she gave him this box. This clue should be very useful," Stella analyzed. "Why did she have to do it in such a unique way? Couldn't she just cut her wrist?" the policeman asked. Stella was stunned, a faint pain appeared on her wrist. But she still maintained her calm demeanor. "Because she still held a grudge,
There was something that she learned from her textbook: A powerful woman would keep a man's money. A kind woman would retain a man's dignity. A clever woman would keep her own dignity. Angie Anderson was a kind woman, though Stella Grace despised Jeremy Shine for what he did. But knowing the kind of person Angie was, she would be satisfied with the small justice she was afforded. Money, power, status, none of that can bring true happiness. You have to want it. People who are more easily satisfied tend to be happier. Stella's phone rang. It was Eli Wayne. She smiled and happily picked up the call. "Stella, where are you now? The training is finally over. Jasper is a demon. I regret working in the military. Not only did I not get myself a boyfriend, I'm becoming more masculine," Eli complained. Stella was amused. "We'll meet at Suntec International Inc. I'll go there now to look for a restaurant. I'll send you the location s
What did he mean by put him to sleep and run away? It sounded too ambiguous but it also hinted at her little secret. Stella grew increasingly nervous. She tried to break free to no avail. "Your assistant told me you haven't been sleeping well for a long time, so I didn't want to disturb you. Then something popped up so I had no choice but to leave before you woke up," she explained. Jasper Milton cupped her face and turned her to face him. He was boiling with anger, his eyes were burning, even the breath left on her face was hot. "Stop giving excuses. All you did was put me to sleep. You did nothing." "Well, I wanted to do something, but you were sleeping soundly." Stella tried to break free from his hand. She failed and he pulled her closer. "What are you trying to do to me?" Stella pushed her hands against his chest and raised her voice. "Treat you, of course. What else would I do to you?" Jasper pursed his lips and looked int
He was overpowering, just like she remembered. Domineering and harsh, she could not turn him down nor could she break free from him. She simply didn't have the strength. She did not want to go back to the past. She was in despair, every single day. Stella pressed her lips together tightly, guarding it from his tongue. The more she resisted, the more he wanted to conquer her. Jasper kissed even more passionately. His big palms slid under her skirt. Stella could feel nothing but immense fear. She could not make a sound. Her lips was pressed shut. There was no way she could break free from him. Why did he insist on making her fall in love with him again? He lost his memory and completely forgot her. She loved him deeply, but she could only see him falling deeply in love with other women. She had become the target of public criticism, but he just let her go so easily, by forgetting about her. If Frederick
Stella Grace got so angry, she couldn't utter a word. He had treated her like a prostitute! What was she going to do? What could she do? Sue him? She couldn't bring herself to do that. She couldn't ruin his reputation, upset him, or harm him in any way. Moreover, he had already forgotten about her. He only cared about Bettany Hadley now. Stella felt her face warming up and she realized she was tearing up again. She wiped away her tears and looked Jasper in the eye. There was no emotion in them. "Why are you crying?" Jasper finally asked with a frown. The more Stella thought about it, the angrier she got. She smacked him with a pillow again. He caught it calmly and put it away then looked her in her red eyes. "Forget about it, Jasper. There are things that you shouldn't be involved in. Don't get yourself into any trouble. You, Jasper Milton, are a big shot. You could be a top dog one day, that's what
He kept pushing her limits. Stella Grace forced herself to calm down. "Sorry, I'm not short of money, and I don't sell myself. I have a decent job, and I don't want to be anyone's mistress." "Miss Grace, your friend, Eli Wayne is still serving in the military. She might be a spy, who knows?" Renault Leves said with a devious smile. His words implied that they could easily take Eli's life or even bring her whole family down. Since when did Jasper become like this? He was not the Jasper Milton she used to know anymore. What exactly had he gone through in the past three years? She clenched her fists tightly. The veins on the back of her hand popped. Even her gums were shaking. "Miss Grace, calm down. Mr Miton is a nice person. He does not look for a woman simply to cater to his carnal needs," Renault said. What did he mean by "carnal needs" ? It clearly implied he did it. "That's right. Jasper is already thirty-three years old. I
She understood now. Jasper Milton had no interest in her, but only in the past that she knew. He was probing, observing and scrutinizing her. Her heart felt like someone just stabbed a knife through it. His parents didn't want him to know about his past because they were afraid that he would find her and ruin his future. She didn't want him to know about his past because she didn't want to be a stumbling block to him. Their attempts to protect him had instead turned him cold-blooded. "I don't want to," Stella said. She was annoyed, so she turned her head away from him. Jasper grabbed her into his embrace and said, "I'll bathe you then." Stella struggled against him but his arms were like iron pliers. His hot breath fell on her cold face. She realized her efforts were futile and decided to give up. She sighed. "I'll do it myself." "Choose any room. This is your home now. I'll come whenever I'm free. I'm usual