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
Stella didn't want to see them anymore, so she left. She didn't remember how she left the house, she only knew that she walked very fast with a straight back. She tried not to look too embarrassed. Even if she lost the love of her life, she would not lose her dignity. A car stopped beside her. Lieutenant Shine rolled down the window. "Chief ordered me to send you off." She didn't want to stay there for a moment longer. She opened the rear door and got in with her luggage. She then leaned back and closed her eyes. "Go to Suntec International Inc. Call me when you get there." "Okay," Lieutenant Shine replied and drove off. Jasper stood by the window and watched them leave. His eyes darkened. His cell phone rang. He remembered the number, it was from the Director of Bureau of Civil Affairs. He sullenly answered the call. "What is it?" Jasper asked coldly. "Well, Chief, your marriage certificate with your wife has been restored. You can
Had Bettany reappeared before Stella came along, he might have stayed with her and taken care of her. However, he already had Stella in his life. If he stayed with her, Stella would definitely be angry and depressed. He couldn't turn a blind eye to that. He cared about Stella's thoughts. "Bettany, this place is not suitable for you," Jasper said in a low voice. Bettany Hadley began to calm down. "How is it not suitable? When I was locked up, I was thinking about you every day. Every single day for eight years. I only wish to be with you for the rest of my life. Why do you want to drive me away now?" "Jasper Milton!" Steven Milton admonished. "Bettany was burned to try to cover you. She was even captured by the enemy. You know how vicious their methods are. When she was rescued, not a single part of her body was spared, even her mind was in disarray. She was locked up for treatment, and every time she went for skin grafting, it is ex
"Why am I here?" Stella asked in surprise. She remembered asking Lieutenant Shine to send her to Suntec International Inc. Also, wasn't he supposed to be with Bettany Hadley? Jasper saw the doubt in her eyes and patiently explained, "I asked Lieutenant Shine to send you here. You still have a fever and you fainted in the car. I have asked a doctor to change the gauze on your wound. It hasn't healed yet. You are a doctor, why don't you take better care of yourself?" The more he talked, the more distressed he grew. Stella was too strong, and always wanted to shoulder her burdens alone. Even if she couldn't do it, she wouldn't say a word. Stella understood how she came to be at Skies Apartment, but there was one thing she still didn't understand. "Shouldn't you be at the military base? Where are Bettany and your parents?" Her question was so cold that Jasper's eyes sunk. Jasper turned off the alarm clock on her cell phone and put it on the table next t
"Okay," Jasper Milton agreed. It was just a simple word, but Stella Grace felt like a raging wave had swept her away. It signified his trust after a long journey. Finally, she felt a little warm in her heart. Her cold expression melted. She lowered her eyes and leaned against the bed slowly. "Are you going to lie down?" Jasper asked and immediately helped to take the pillow away. Stella held his hand. She softened her voice and asked, "Did you have dinner? I'll cook for you." "You're the patient here. It's not appropriate for me to ask you to cook. Let's go out for dinner tonight. Do you have anything you want to eat?" Jasper asked, somewhat distressed. Stella pondered for a moment. "When I was studying in the States, I loved Aglio olio pasta, roasted lamb, and pumpkin bisque. I remembered that there was a very famous place near my school. Shall we go there together?" Stella invited. Jasper smiled and said, "Well, I really like the
Stella Grace went to the place near the university. The restaurant was in an alley where cars couldn't enter. They walked past the university. At the gate of Stella's alma mater, many students came and left. She had graduated almost seven years ago. When she visited her alma mater again, she felt an inexplicable sense of nostalgia. "Do you know what I wanted most when I was in college?" Stella asked Jasper Milton. "To graduate?" he guessed. Stella smiled and closed her eyes. "Yes, you're right. It was to leave this school." "Why?" Jasper was puzzled. "You must have had good grades." "Actually, I think it's easy for university life to change a person's outlook on life and values. The gap in wealth, different personalities, heartbreaks, struggles, different lifestyles, friends. All these would change a person. After leaving college, most of my perspectives changed again due to the huge decisions that I had made in my life.
Jasper Milton did not quite understand what Stella Grace meant. Was she avoiding his question, or was she indicating something to him. He frowned slightly and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. Stella edged away. "That's not what I meant." "Then what do you mean?" Jasper asked. "Do you know why it's easier for university students to act as if they don't care about others?" Stella asked. "Do you know why it's so easy for college students to be so intimate openly?" She was indeed avoiding his question. Jasper's eyes turned cold. "Why?" It was just a simple word, harsh and vaguely unhappy. Stella ignored it and explained in a professional way. "First of all, it's because of the environment. This kind of behavior is normal on campus. No one would think it's embarrassing or out of the ordinary. Secondly, at their age, they are at their most impulsive. Their hormones rise easily, and they are controlled by those primitive impul
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