When Jasper Milton returned to the guest room, Stella Grace had already taken a shower and changed into a white dress. "Where are you injured? Can you take a bath? The wound might get infected," Jasper said worriedly. She didn't want to answer him. "Let's push the meeting to tomorrow. You have something to do today, and I don't have the energy for the meeting. I'll rest for tonight, I'll be fine then," she said weakly. "We'll talk about it after a good rest. There's no need to rush the meeting. What should I do with these medicines?" Jasper asked. She rolled her eyes. "I've done the drip for today. That is for tomorrow. You should leave. I'll sleep after I take the medicine." Jasper went out and poured a glass of water. Stella had already put all the medicine she needed in her palm. She took the glass he handed to her and washed the pills down with a big mouthful of water. After that, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Jasper sat on the
No wonder she went to the Second People's Hospital. "Have you seen enough?" Stella Grace said coldly. She pulled down her skirt, sat up, and looked at Jasper coldly. "Don't you think it's rude to reveal my scars without my permission?" "How did you get hurt?" Jasper Milton asked worriedly. Stella got up from the bed without looking at him. "You should not be worrying about me. I have nothing to do with you anymore." He stood behind her and said, "We agreed to get married together. Shouldn't we discuss our divorce too?" "We had already agreed before we got married. You cannot object if I want to get a divorce. This is in line with your promise." She took the diamond ring from her finger and returned it to him. He took the ring and threw it out the window. He was cold yet his eyes were red. "I won't agree to the divorce," he said determinedly. "It's done." Stella replied cruelly. Jasper held her arm. "I have to take care of Bettany. S
Stella stared at Jasper, her eyes deep and distant. She lowered her head and ate. "What's the matter?" he asked in confusion. "When the child was born, I was not able to see him clearly, so I'm not sure who he looked like. But he had really fair skin, his eyelashes were long, and his mouth was small. He had double eyelids too." Stella finally smiled when she talked about the child. He stared at her. "How did the child die?" "I don't know. When I gave birth to him, he was taken away by a group of people. I don't know who they were, and I couldn't find out either. I have been looking for him for more than five years. I've hit a dead end. But if he is still alive, he should be five years old," Stella said sadly. There was hope in Jasper's eyes. "So, you're not sure whether he's dead or not?" Stella stopped talking, lowered her head, and kept eating. "Could it be that your ex-husband did it?" Jasper guessed. "That's impossible. He did
Stella Grace opened her eyes. She saw a luxurious chandelier above her, reflecting the sunshine. It was already dawn. She was much calmer than last night. When one had too much melatonin in his body, it would make him feel annoyed, moody, depressed, and stubborn. She must have had a lot of serotonin in her body last night, which would explain her impulsivity and anger. Fortunately, the symptoms disappeared once the serotonin in her body metabolized. A good night's sleep was all she needed to recover. Stella sat up on the bed. Her wound had been bandaged while she was unconscious. Stella got out of bed and opened the door. Frederick Addington sat in front of a computer. When he saw her coming out, he immediately stood up and explained, "You fainted yesterday and your fever was 41 degrees. You'd better have a rest. I'll send someone to look after you." "Thank you, but there's no need for that. I feel much better now," Stella re
"I went for karaoke," Stella Grace said faintly and lowered her eyes. Her long eyelashes were like black fans, covering her eyelids. Jasper Milton held her hand. Her hand was as cold as ice. He tightened his grip and said, "I went to the KTV to find you but you weren't there, only your bag and cell phone were." "With your capabilities as a Chief, would you not know where I was?" Stella retorted with a smile on her face. Her eyes were gentle, but there was no smile in them. She looked very strange. Jasper frowned. Apart from the location from her phone, he really couldn't find her. The tracker seemed to be broken so he couldn't trace her. After searching for the whole night, he finally found her location, and he immediately rushed over. However, he suspected that it was Frederick Addington who blocked the tracking device. She was covered with the stench of blood. He remained calm and restrained, but there was a surge of anger within
She had an unfulfilled wish. Back then, in order to be with Jasper Milton, Stella had travelled to Tavers Village to investigate the murder of State Mayor Cher, but it ended up costing Timmy Nine his life. Before Timmy died, he had given her the evidence. She promised to help Timmy fulfill his wish, and that she and Jasper would not get together until the murderer was found and brought to justice. Now, they were no longer together. Could it be because she had broken that promise? She was carrying the lives of a village on her back. Who was in front of her? Ryan Lameer. Back then, she had uncovered two suspects. One was Lionel Lausanne, and the other was Ryan Lameer. They were very close. Ryan had promoted Lionel. When Lionel was the mayor of Sun City, Ryan was already the deputy secretary of the state party committee. At that time, in order to investigate Lionel, Stella went undercover and even took the tes
Stella Grace was slightly stunned when she saw him. Didn't he leave in the morning? Didn't he say that it didn't matter if she asked for a week's leave? He even threw her bag out of the car. What did it mean, him appearing here? "Does the Chief have so much free time?" Stella asked bluntly. Her eyes were sharp like a thousand thorns, her voice unnerving. Jasper Milton looked at her deeply. She could see her reflection on his pair of black eyes. He was silent. Stella shifted uncomfortably. She grew restless. Her intrigue was answered with cold, silent treatment. So, she remained as silent as him. The two of them stood face to face, the atmosphere growing ever more awkward. In the end, Jasper spoke first in a soft voice. "Are you still angry?" In fact, he had been so angry that he drove off immediately without her. But he did not return to the military base. He traced her cell phone and found that she had gone to the hotel, an
This man treated his woman like a goddess, and in time, she transformed into a goddess. If he had regarded her as an old hag, then she would become one. Her time with Jasper seemed to have made her sharper with words. She seemed to become harder to communicate with. She used to hate harsh words, sharp tones, and indifference. All of which she now exuded. She could not go on like this. Stella Grace closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the chair to rest. Jasper Milton looked at her. Her eyelids fluttered, sleep was not coming easily. He felt very distressed, his heavy breathing washing over her face. She opened her eyes and caught his gaze. "What do you want?" she asked lazily. "Is your wound getting better?" he asked. His tone was calm, much softer than before. "It's better now. There is a scab over the wound. It won't take long for it to recover completely," she said lightly. She was trying to convince