After Katty Davis left, Stella Grace needed to calm herself down. She held a cup of tea in her hand, stood by the window, and looked out at the pedestrians passing by. Some were smiling, some looked pale and sad, and some hid all their emotions and put on a poker face. There were all kinds of expressions, emotions and mood. Perhaps, this was life. Everyone was lucky to have come into this world, God gave everyone an opportunity to experience life. In life, there would be moments of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty. One could choose how they wanted to live their lives. To be happy? Sad? Worry? Or to take it easy? People who were easily satisfied could find happiness in just a delicious piece of bread. People who were not easily satisfied wouldn't be happy even a table full of delicacies were set in front of them, they'll still find something to complain about. She should let go of all her desires in order to set herself free fro
Stella Grace was worried throughout the dinner. She sneaked glances at Jasper Milton as they ate. He was very self-conscious, slowly enjoying his food. He glanced up at Stella, looking her straight in the eyes. Stella felt a little guilty and looked away. He plopped a piece of steak onto Stella's plate. "Eat more, you're too thin. It won't be easy for you to get pregnant if you're underweight," Jasper said in a serious tone. Stella blushed. Pregnant? What was going through his mind? Eli looked suspiciously at Jasper, then at Stella, then back at Jasper. He was still looking at Stella as if he only had eyes for her. He lost his memory and found her again. Was that love? "Chief, do you like Stella?" Eli asked bluntly. Stella nervously held her fork tight and lowered her head, pretending not to care about his answer. Just when she thought he wasn't going to answer, he did. "Yes." Stella's hands shook.
Stella Grace didn't know where he was taking her. Anyway, Jasper Milton would not do anything to her. Stella looked out of the window. "How long will it take?" "An hour and a half," Jasper replied. "Wake me up when we are there." She leaned against the chair and closed her eyes. Jasper took off his blazer and covered her body. Stella didn't fall asleep. She smelled the faint smell of smoke on his blazer. Was he smoking just now? She didn't like the smell of smoke, so she opened her eyes to look at him. It had been three years, Jasper had matured. He became more reserved and less talkative. And yet he still gave people a sense of security, probably a characteristic of a soldier. "Don't smoke, it's bad for your health," Stella said gently. "I didn't like smoking in the past. I kept getting insomnia for the past three years. Add that to stress at work, and you can see why I started smoking more and more often until it be
Women had the softest hearts. She would quarrel with her boyfriend without the intention to leave him but to make him what she wanted him to be. She would angry at him not because she wanted to break up with him, but to know if she still had a place in his heart. At least, that was the way it was for her. Stella didn't care whether the man was rich, powerful, or good-looking. She would be willing to spend her life with a man even if he was poor. All she asked for was a place in his heart. If she did not, then it would be pointless. Stella wanted to give herself a chance. One last chance for love. She tapped his chest with her index finger. "Do you have me in there?" "Yes." Jasper stared at her, the fire of determination evident in his eyes. "Can I take Bettany's place in your heart?" Stella asked with teary eyes. "You already did." Jasper rasped. Stella made up her mind. "Okay, I'll marry you. In the future, as long as
Half an hour later, Stella Grace and Jasper Milton both fell asleep without taking a shower. They could easily fall asleep after exercising... Early in the morning, Stella heard birds chirping. When she opened her eyes, it was already bright. She turned around and found that Jasper had left. She reached for her phone on the bedside table and took a look at it. It was 5:30 a.m. Jasper got up so early. She saw her suitcase next to the tea table. She didn't even know when the suitcase was put in the room. She got out of bed and opened the suitcase. Everything was there. She changed her clothes and walked into the bathroom. There was a new set of LANMER cosmetics set near his sink. She remembered that the first set of cosmetics he gave her a long time ago were from this brand too. Perhaps he loved the brand. Stella smiled. When she finished washing up and was ready to wash her clothes, she couldn't find the clothes sh
"Have you forgotten what happened last time?" Suzi Shine threatened. Suzi and Steven Milton kidnapped her to threaten Jasper into marrying Katty Davis. They even cut her finger off. Her heart still ached whenever she thought about it. Stella smirked. "I recorded the kidnapping three years ago, including State Mayor Cher's involvement. I have documented every single person involved by name. It is kept in a black box in the United States with my friend. With my current reputation, experts around the world would be inclined to believe me. Even if they don't, I am sure it will go viral on the news. What's more important is that they are all true facts with evidence to back them up." Suzi panicked. "Are you crazy? Do you know how many people will suffer if this gets exposed?" "Well, it depends solely on you. If you don't bother me, we will be at peace. But if you come after me, then I'm sorry. I don't have the time or energy to think about others. The o
"I will remember it. Don't bring this up again in the future," Jasper Milton said in a commanding tone. Since she had made up her mind to get married, she should forget all the unhappy things. Stella Grace nodded and smiled. "Let's go, my dear Mr. Milton." Jasper was dissatisfied with this address. "Am I still Mr. Milton now?" Was she not willing to marry him? "Hmm, my husband?" Stella probed. Jasper smiled. "Hmm, not bad." "Let's go." Jasper held her hand and walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau. The morning sun was not too strong. It fell on them and their shadows overlapped each other. Stella realized Jasper was actually nervous. His palm was sweaty and sticky. He walked in and looked around before walking to a counter. "Hi, we are here to get married," Jasper said to the staff at the counter. The staff was an impatient person. "ID card and birth certificate, please. Photos will be taken later. You are not
Think thrice before getting into a marriage. If it did not start well, it would definitely not end well. She and Jasper had a good start. They could only hope that things would turn out well. "Each of us can keep a copy." Stella happily put her ID card, birth certificate, and marriage certificate into her bag. Jasper glanced at her bright eyes and white teeth, his heart instantly softened. This woman, who was a stranger, had now become his wife. He needed to take good care of her for the rest of his life. He couldn't help but to smile at the thought. "Shouldn't we keep them together?" Stella smiled, took out her copy, and put it in the gift bag. "Thank you, my husband." Jasper cleared his throat. "You're welcome." "Ha, ha, ha." Stella smiled happily. She could still remember how she had bombarded him with questions when they first met. He took his time to answer all of them, just like now. In fact, Jasper had not changed at a
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