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
Stella Grace recalled that it wasn't the safe window period yet as she saw him getting more and more excited. She pressed against his chest and said, "Don't finish in there." Jasper Milton looked at her pink cheeks, and felt that it was about time. He kept till the last ounce to his sanity, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. Then he pulled out. Stella felt a burning sensation in her abdomen. She could feel Jasper's breath. Her breathing too, was a little shallow but quick. She calmed down slowly. Jasper smirked but it could barely be seen if one did not pay attention to it. "Well, looks like your body betrayed you? Aren't you one of those women who turn people down but actually want it deep down?" Stella didn't like how he described her. He seemed to be mocking her. She smiled as well, but her eyes were calm. "Have you ever heard that in the face of an unbeatable opponent, it's better to enjoy it than to resist it?" "So,
"Eli, he might ask you about his past. Just pretend that you don't know anything, understand?" Stella Grace instructed. Eli Wayne did not believe it. "Will he ask about that? No way!" "It'll be good if he didn't. But what if? So remember to just pretend," Stella reminded her again. "Okay. They're going to confiscate my phone now," Eli said. She hung up and handed her phone to Jasper Milton's service personnel. She was led to Jasper's office. Jasper was behind his desk, staring into blank space, as though deep in thought. "Chief, Dr. Wayne is here," Lieutenant Shine reported. Jasper picked himself up. "Let her in." Lieutnant Shine pushed the door open. Puzzled, Eli walked in. Jasper had his poker face on, he was inscrutable. "Have a seat." Just those three words were domineering enough.. Eli sat, she lowered her head as she faced Jasper. Jasper got straight to the point. "Take it easy. I just want to ask you a
Eli Wayne noticed the strange look on Stella's face. "What's wrong?" Stella muted her phone and kept it in her bag. "It's okay. There's nothing to be worried about." "Hmm okay. You should help me screen through all the men there later. You're an expert in psychology now. I'll put myself in your hands," Eli said happily. Eli continued telling Stella stories but she wasn't paying attention. She was lost in her own thoughts. Jasper Milton had asked Eli about their past. Based on how well she knew Eli and her reaction just now, she suspected Eli had told him everything and even exaggerated some things. She knew Eli had good intentions but she always got into trouble for that. Stella had gotten used to it. She made a wild guess. Jasper must have known she lied to him and that's why he had asked to have dinner with her. Her heart sank just thinking about it. Maybe it was better not to go, give her some time to herself. "I actually
Damn. Damn. Damn it. Jasper did it on purpose. He knew exactly where she was and what she was doing. Why was he stalking her? She fell into his trap, how annoying. She looked like a clown and he had watched her make a fool of herself. She couldn't escape at all, she could only follow Lieutenant Shine to the car. Lieutenant Shine started the car. "How does Jasper know I'm here?" Stella asked, confused. "Location tracing. It's the same in every mobile phone. The Chief can simply ask someone to track your location and he will get it in a few seconds," Lieutenant Shine explained. "When did you come to the hall?" Stella pressed. "Not long ago," Lieutenant Shine answered concisely. "But you intentionally ignored the Chief's call." "Can you not report this? Just say that I didn't realise he was calling," Stella pleaded. Lieutenant Shine still had his poker face on. "It'll be a serious offence to the Chief if we
Such a ridiculous excuse. "You can find any woman and they will make you feel good," Stella said with a frown. He didn't like her pushing him to another woman, but he couldn't explain why. "All I want is you," he said. She couldn't stop him. He kissed her on the lips, forced his way into her mouth. His hand reached underneath her skirt. Her body was cold. His heart ached a little. Was she not feeling well? Why was her body so cold? He tried to warm her body with his hands. He was not as rough as he usually was. He kissed her lips and unbuttoned her clothes. He lowered his head as he undressed her. Stella sneered as he kissed her. He was so warm, so comfortable as if he was recharging her body. Here she found a trace of the old Jasper. Her eyes welled up with tears, clouding her vision. After he made sure that she was ready, he slowly slipped in... Stella did not see him use contraception. She q
Stella Grace felt that Jasper Milton had changed. He didn't seem to be as... blunt as before. After all, they had both matured. Sometimes it would be better to laugh your way through an awkward situation. There was a connection between them. Stella was shy so she pretended not to understand him. "Didn't you mention dinner? Let's go." She quickly put on some clothes and walked out of the room. She didn't notice that Jasper was smiling. He seemed happy. As Stella sat down at the dining table, Jasper's phone rang. He answered the call and his expression changed. "Got it. I'll come over now." Stella noticed something was wrong. "What happened?" "Something came up at the base. I need to go there now," Jasper explained as he grabbed his coat from the hanger. Stella looked at the dishes on the table and asked, "Are you still eating?" "Nah, I have no time for that. You have my number. I'm only one call away," Jasper said curtly
When Stella Grace arrived at the entrance of the research center, she was still deep in thought. If she was the only woman that Jasper Milton had, how did Katty Davis get syphilis? Did she have another man? "Pretty girl, you've arrived at your destination," the driver shouted. Stella picked herself up and said, "Oh, okay." She took a look at the meter, paid the fare, and got out of the car. What was she thinking about? Even if Katty had an affair with another man, it had absolutely nothing to do with her. She was only surprised what these three years had done to them. Stella walked into the centre and found Greg Miles in a rage. "How did any of you graduate? All you know is how to boast when everything is fine, but when a case comes up, none of you dare to handle it?" "Don't we have an expert here? She is probably the only one who can handle it," someone suggested. "If she handles every case here, then why do I ev
The bullet pierced through his chest, and blood dyed Joseph's silver coat red immediately. "Joseph!" Waverly's eyes were bloodshot, and her roaring voice was choked. He looked at her, and wanted to smile, but he didn't have the energy to do so. He fell a few steps back, and leaned against the window. The sea breeze tousled his hair into a mess. "Let go of me!" Waverly struggled, but they were too strong and she couldn't escape. "Push him down, and make sure he dies," said the person who was holding Waverly captive. "No!" Waverly yelled, but her efforts were futile. They walked up to Joseph and pushed him down the window ruthlessly. She screamed, "Joseph Mccarthy!" The person who was grabbing Waverly released her all of a sudden, and she rushed to the window as fast as lightning. Then, she jumped into the sea without hesitation. Joseph had been shot, and his blood diffused into the sea rapidly. Waverly dived into the red pool of blo
Boris asked, "What's the solution?" Breddy answered, "We'll have to make her take the initiative to face it." Boris sighed, "That's easier said than done." Shaking his head, Breddy replied, "It's not too hard. You said it yourself that she's a kind person. She would even help a complete stranger, so what makes you think she won't save a person that's extremely important to her?" Boris was stunned. Breddy continued, "If this person was heavily injured for her, she would realize that there's someone in this world who still loves her, and she'll naturally want to stay in this world for a little longer. By then, she'll be willing to open up her heart." Boris took a pause, and said, "But who is this person?" To the Waverly Martell of the past, Bellamy was everything to her. However, at present, he was nothing. She cared about everyone, but she refused to let others care about her. It seemed as if she had already merged into the world, but th
Waverly frowned and looked at Breddy's left hand. She saw as he put the coin in his left hand, "What if I want you to jump off the top floor?" "Then I'll jump right down." Breddy said affirmatively. He raised his smile and looked incredibly confident. His character was like the calm deep blue sea, vast and far-reaching, which made her feel at ease. Waverly's eyes once again fell on his left hand. "Believe in what you've seen. Things aren't as complicated as they seem. It's just that simple," Breddy reminded her. Waverly pointed at his left hand. As expected, the coin was in the palm of his hand when he opened it. "You won. What do you want me to do?" asked Breddy. Waverly looked coldly at the man in front of her. She would even save a stranger whom she didn't know, so how could she ask Breddy, who was treating her, to seek death? She had no idea why, but judging by his self-confidence, he seemed like he was playing house with
Waverly hesitated. "Just talk to the psychiatrist. Perhaps he would give you new ideas and inspirations. Didn't we agree that will be better for our future?" Boris encouraged her. "We are leaving tomorrow. We might not have time. Thank you for your kindness," Waverly said. "I have made an appointment at ten o'clock in the evening in the hotel. He will come to the hotel," Boris said. "Y-you have arranged an appointment for me today?" Waverly had an unspeakable strange feeling in her heart. Even after knowing the death of his girlfriend, Boris could still call a psychiatrist for her. Did he do so out of friendship, generosity or because he pitied her? "My girlfriend said that she wanted me to do my best to help others on her behalf," Boris said with a smile. "The heavens must have summoned her back to be an angel," Waverly comforted Boris. "I think so too." It was night. Waverly ate a little, took a shower, stayed in the r
Cadwell looked at the files in his hand. They were very thick. He flipped through them briefly. There were twelve pages in it. The files talked about a lot about the nation's history, analyzing the cause, the process, and the result of those incidents. It also explained a few things regarding Queen Danina and Prince Caesar. It analyzed their personalities and gave a prediction on what the future would be like. The analysis was flawless. Every word was written in perfect unison. He could prepare himself in times of danger, so he could exert the right amount of pressure when needed. Furthermore, she had given him two plans, one of which was to work with her and expand his diplomatic power in M Country. She represented the Mccarthy family and also the highest level of weapons. Of course, if he did not feel that such a cooperation was necessary, they would still maintain a good relationship. After all, there was no hatred between him and the Mccarthy family. He woul
"I was wrong. I've realized deeply that I was in the wrong. I should bad-mouth you rather than Madam. Mr. Mccarthy, I should offend you rather than offend Madam," Yadriel lowered his head and said in a low tone. Joseph stood up and walked up to him, "You feel wronged?" "I feel wronged on your behalf." Yadriel's eyes were red as he said, "Mr. Mccarthy, I know very well that even though you've treated her so well, she has never treated you fairly. As soon as Bellamy went to find her, she threw everything away. She didn't even want the title of Peace Lady and was willing to follow Bellamy again. Does she know how much effort, energy and time you've spent in order to earn the title of Peace Lady for her?" "She likes Bellamy, so naturally she doesn't need to think about what's fair or not with him," Joseph said clearly. "If so, why are you treating her so well?" Yadriel didn't understand Joseph's actions. "You're my best friend," Joseph said with sadness in his
Waverly sat down on the sofa, "How's your relationship with Madam Lenny?" "Oh, Madam Lenny has an excellent relationship with Queen Danina. In the past, I even had a meal with Queen Danina with her help," Thomas said. "Do you know why the relationship between her and Queen Danina is so good?" Waverly asked. "I can only say that Madam Lenny has brilliant judgement. In addition to that, she's quite capable. When Queen Danina wasn't a queen yet, they were already close friends." "Perhaps Madam Lenny invested quite a bit of effort in making Queen Danina the queen. Thus, their friendship is incredibly firm and unshakable. At the moment, Prince Caesar is one of the most popular heirs to the throne. Once he becomes king, perhaps Madam Lenny's status will become even more unwavering." "Besides that, according to what I know, Madam Lenny has a strong relationship with many other countries. If those strong countries join forces, then there's no way to break through
"When my friend sent me the video, I asked him to delete it immediately. I came here with a lot of sincerity. Since you've said so, I suppose we don't have to talk about the agreement anymore. I will leave Mexiland in a moment. I'd better not interfere with your business, lest I offend both parties," Waverly said coldly. "Who is your friend? If you don't tell me, I can only treat you as one of them. If you want to leave Mexiland, it won't be that easy," Thomas warned. "Joseph. It was Joseph who gave me the video," Waverly said and hung up. The phone rang with another call from Thomas. Waverly answered and her tone was impatient as she said, "Is there anything else?" "Why did Joseph do that? I don't have anything against him," Thomas didn't understand. "What he wants must be done. If you don't understand him, you can ask your friends about him. I have already told him not to do this, but you insisted on beating around the bush. According to my underst
Agnes smiled, "Okay." "Go rest," Waverly said and slowly closed the door. She stood by the window and looked at the traffic downstairs. Truth be told, she was quite far away and the road was so dark that she couldn't see much with her naked eyes. At most, she could feel the cars rushing by with their bright lights switched on. She wondered where the people in the cars were rushing to. Were they going home or going out to have fun? Did they have desires in their hearts or were they lost in pretense and living like a walking corpse, interacting with people every day? At the moment, she had no other choice but to march forward bravely. She didn't want to go back. She picked up her phone and blocked Bellamy's phone number with a cold and emotionless gaze. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart and she felt much more relaxed. She threw her phone on the bed and went to the bathroom to take a bath. After bathing, she laid on t