Stella Grace was already touched that he would bring her here, and even defended her from his mother. She remembered everything he said. "She's not making things difficult for me, you are." "I don't love Bettany. I would rather be ungrateful than to let Stella down." "I won't divorce her." She remembered how, a long time ago, she had asked Jasper Milton whether he loved her or not. His answer was, "Actions speak louder than words." He had done it, it wasn't just empty promises. "I've misunderstood you before, I'm sorry," Stella apologized. "What did you misunderstand?" Jasper asked. "I saw you enter the hotel with Bettany in your arms. I stayed in the room opposite yours and watched you order some takeouts for her. It was very late when you finally left. I was in a bad mood." Stella lowered her head. When she thought of this, her heart still ached. "I carried her into the hotel because she fainted. I ordered supper for h
Stella and Jasper went to have breakfast together. She bought some french toasts and a bottle of orange juice. After thinking for a while, she added a few pieces of pancakes and a small bowl of mushroom soup into her order. "Why are you buying so much?" Jasper asked puzzledly. "Your mother may still be there. We can't buy it for Bettany and not for your mother," Stella Grace said softly. Jasper Milton looked at her tenderly. "You really are a gentle, considerate and generous person. Sadly, my mother is just prejudiced against you. Otherwise, you two would have gotten along quite well," he sighed. "It's the will of the heavens. It doesn't matter. I'll do what I must. It's her business whether she accepts it or not. Let's go, or the breakfast will be cold." Stella walked out of the door first. Jasper drove. Along the way, she was nervous. She followed him to the door of the ward. Jasper knocked on the door and pushed it open.
Did she really want her son to follow his father's path? Could an engagement without love lead to happiness? Was she really happy? No, all she could feel now was helplessness. She had given up hope on her marriage and her life long ago. Suzi Shine couldn't figure it out. She hung up the phone and went to call a doctor. She followed the doctor to the ward. The doctor opened Bettany's eyes, waking her up. She held Jasper's hand and pleaded weakly, "Don't go." The doctor looked at Jasper and said, "The patient's situation is very bad. Because she had lost a lot of blood, her blood pressure is very low. What's more, her mental state is still unstable, so please don't aggravate her." Jasper looked at Bettany. Bettany Hadley smiled. "I'm sorry for worrying you. I'm a little hungry now. What breakfast have you and your wife brought? I want to eat now, can I?" Jasper Milton untied the plastic bag, opened the boxes of food, and handed
At nine o'clock, Jasper Milton returned to the military base following Stella's persuasion. Stella Grace went to the appointed place. It was still early. She took out a pen and started customising the psychological test paper. Her phone rang. It was from an unknown number. Judging from its country code, it should be from the US. She cautiously answered it. "Hello, who is this?" "Excuse me, are you the psychologist, Miss Stella Grace? I'm Nelly Spears' assistant. She has encountered some problems. She is requesting for your consultation, and we will pay you according to your "ation," the assistant said. Stella knew that the actress called Nelly Spears was a very competitive actress. She was very beautiful and she came from a good family, but her acting left a lot to be desired. "Okay, give her my number," Stella said softly. "Hello, doctor. I'm Nelly. I feel like I'm going to break down at any moment. I need your help," Nelly said very dej
Nelly Spears suddenly perked up. "Are you talking about Brittney?" "I don't know for sure, but some of them might be your enemy. There will definitely be haters. First of all, you haven't offended these haters, have you?" Stella asked. "They are nothing to me. I'm busy filming every day, I don't even have the time to offend them. I don't even know why they hate me so much!" Nelly frowned. "Maybe you are too popular and they're jealous of your success. Or maybe they hate you for having a relationship with their Prince Charming or taking their goddesses' role. Some of them are probably just uneducated. "Let's imagine life as a TV show. Do you think the heroine will attack others casually because of some trivial things? Trample them, slander them, and expose their bad temper?" Stella asked softly. "Of course not. That sounds like what an antagonist would do instead. Or at most, the third or fourth female lead character." "That is why, as the leading lad
Stella Grace chuckled. "I know it must be dangerous. How could that be? Are you a spy?" Rolland Cher just gave her a guarded, restrained smile. Stella knew that was all she was getting, so she stopped asking. She bowed her head and took a sip of coffee. The tension quickly dissipated, leaving behind an awkward atmosphere. Rolland cleared his throat. "Do you like history?" "I took a class on domestic and foreign history when I was studying psychology abroad. It was mainly about analyzing historical figures. Why? Do you?" Stella asked casually. "My ex-girlfriend's father likes it. He is an expert in this area. He contributes to the research of ancient geographical landscapes. He can restore maps of entire time periods, and places where important events had happened in the past," Rolland explained. Stella recalled a map she acquired at Tavers Village. Perhaps his ex-girlfriend's father could analyze it. Wait a minute, Rolland and Ryan knew e
From the way Rolland Cher spoke, Stella Grace could tell he was a knowledgeable man. "I will only do my part," Stella said meaningfully. "That's good. I suddenly regret introducing him to you." There was an implicit message to Rolland's words. Stella did not ask why. She was vaguely confident in her earlier assessment. Ryan Lameer arrived after 11 o'clock. He smiled at Stella politely. "I'm sorry, I met a friend, and there was heavy traffic when I came, so I'm late." "Get to the point," Stella said curtly. "I agree to your proposal. May I know when you are available to go to Yale City?" Ryan asked politely. "You live in Yale City?" Stella was very surprised. Yale City was not the capital city. "Yale City is my hometown. My wife and son live there. I usually go back on weekends. I would stay a little longer if there's an investigation," Ryan said. "I see. I can set out tomorrow. I'll draw up the contract at the institute later, ple
Stella Grace, "..." For a moment, she was speechless. "I don't know him well. Let's get down to business first. He has an ex-girlfriend whose father is a geologist who knows Ryan. His company is collaborating with a construction company to acquire that piece of land. I suspect that it is the location marked on the map of Tavers Village," Stella said calmly. "His ex-girlfriend? So he doesn't have a girlfriend now," Jasper said insidiously. Stella sighed. "He should have a girlfriend now. I don't know him that well. Besides, I'm already a military bride. Don't you think you're thinking too much?" "Good, as long as you are aware. I'll look into the land you mentioned. We can just confiscate it from them. None of them can get their hands on it then," Jasper said succinctly. Stella thought it was great and smiled. "There's one more thing. I'm on my way back to the military base. I'm leaving for Yale City tomorrow. It's also Ryan's hometown. I'm going to b