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
Stella Grace jumped. She turned around and looked at Jasper Milton. With one hand in his pocket he stormed up the stairs, glaring at Frederick Addington. Frederick squinted, and his eyes were full of hatred. "You can't make Stella happy," Frederick said. Jasper walked up to Stella, put his arms around her waist, and protectively pulled her to his side. "You have no right to judge that. You're just being a sour grape." Frederick gritted his teeth. "I don't want to argue with you." He walked past Jasper and went down the stairs. Jasper turned around and looked at him. "Mr. Addington, I don't interfere with my wife's social circle, but there is a limit to everything. I am willing to use extreme measures to put some ambitious people in their place." As he said this, he held Stella tighter. "Extreme measures?" Frederick smiled. He was not afraid at all. In fact, he sneered at the threat. "You can't get love through coercion. Stella..."
"How do you know? What's your basis? How did you conclude that there is more than one murderer? How did you know they are not doing well? How do you know the woman is his ex-girlfriend?" "Tony was 190 centimetres tall and he weighed 85 kilograms. Do you think that a single person can carry his body? Also the place he was dumped is very remote, no car could get into the area. The murderers are very familiar with the terrain and they even know how to avoid crowds. Even if they met someone, no one would suspect them. Do you think rich people would use public toilets in remote areas? Tony was a high ranking male escort. His clients were all rich and famous. Beautiful, like Katty. Every single shot counts for him. Why would he waste time on an ordinary woman? Well, there's only one possibility, his ex-girlfriend. It's either he still loved her or he got dumped by her. As for the cutting equipment? It should belong to them. Isn't it weird to use some