A strong urge of wildness, of hormones, hit Stella hard, she started to think. She used to think that Jasper was into her, but she also thought that she might have been too full of herself. But now that Jasper took the initiative to kiss her, did it mean that he was really into her? Stella's heart pounded so rapidly as if it was jumping out of her throat, she tried to push against Jasper's shoulder. She was running out of breath, and she felt hot. Jasper finally let go of her after a few long moments. Jasper's eyes were obscured by her face, and she waved her palm, attempting to slap his face, but she failed. He was a soldier, and his quick responses caught her before she could slap him. Stella was extremely furious, she shouted, "Do you really think I'm such an easy-going woman? Do I deserve for a random guy to treat me like this? " "I'm not "random guy", said Jasper with his deep voice. Stella was startled, she could not figure out what he wa
"Yes or no, there's no difference, is there?" asked Jasper. "Well, I have a husband and I don't want to cross these lines. I don't like to be playing with feelings. You're such a charismatic man, and I believe there are a lot of women out there for you, you don't have to risk your neck by falling for me. " said Stella in a serious tone. Jasper looked at her, he grew fierce. "I'm risking my neck? Interesting," said Jasper with a coy smile. "Also, we have only gotten to know each other, and have only met a few times. Let's not worsen our impressions towards each other. " Stella explained clearly. Stella knew he was wise and would understand her words. Jasper then looked at Stella and her bowl of rice, he said, " Let's just eat. " Stella continued eating, her head bowed, and the door opened. It was Steven Milton, standing outside the door, his gaze fell on Stella. "Hi, Dad, why are you here? " asked Jasper, he frown
Stella felt that Jasper was taking advantage of her weakness, she was just trying to be courteous. " Wasn't my life endangered, because I was helping your team? " she said softly. " Huh. " Jasper chuckled, he softened his voice, "I won't force you, rest well. " Stella felt strange. He was warm and bubbly on the phone, but in person, he became cool and distant. " You too. Goodbye. " Stella hung up the phone. Lieutenant Johnson peeked at Stella without saying a word. After sending Stella to the hospital, Lieutenant Johnson received a phone call from Jasper on his way back. " Is Stella home? " Jasper asked. " No, she requested to go to the hospital. " Lieutenant Johnson reported honestly. " Okay, noted." Jasper ended the call. It was better that she stays at the hospital than at home anyway. The morning at 8 am, Eli dashed into Stella's office anxiously. " Stella, that woman is suing you
" Yes, the cameras have been switched off, and Sean is already at the airport." said Federick's subordinate. Stella's mind raced. What did this all mean? It sounded like nothing good was coming. Before she could gather her thoughts, Federick pulled her out and walked into the airport. A few girls walking towards them, one of them wore with a blue flowery long skirt and she had a head of beautiful long hair. She looked like a beauty from ancient times. Upon looking closer, she bore a strong resemblance to Stella. Stella was shocked to see her, she was Felicia Chuck, she was the daughter of Auntie Susan, her sister from another mother. They shared the same father, and this sister of hers was just three hours younger than she was. Their mothers went into labor at the same time, while Felicia's mother was served by several doctors, while Stella's mother suffered alone in her ward. In a flash, three masked men rushed out to them, and
"Sir! Please don't! It's too dangerous." The sweat dripping down his forehead showed how worried he is. Jasper put away his things and said resolutely, " Who else do you think is more suitable than me? I am the only one who is related to this." "No! I don't think so. I believe that the army from the special forces will take this mission as an honor." "Lieutenant Johnson, go carry ten kilograms of weight and run twenty laps around the field. You speak too much." He said it without expression. He sorted out the mess and departed to the crime scene. ...... By the seaside, a group of armed police was lined up neatly with rifles in their hands. In the middle of the crowd of police, there is a car with a tinted window. Wilson Chuck is sitting in it. Next to him sat a man who wore similar clothes and looked pretty much like Wilson Chuck. Jasper was guided to the car by a police officer. Wilson hung up the phone with the kidnapp
Stella felt that he seems a bit eccentric. But she didn't know why. Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed or is he upset with something specifically? "It's not the first time that we slept in the same room. I trust you," Stella said politely. He frowned slightly, and his eyes looked more serious. "Why do you trust me?" He was aggressive, the inexplicable pressure made her unable to breathe. "Are you alright?" Stella stretched her hand towards his forehead. He grabbed her wrist before she could reach him. His palm is hot, like a lit-up cigarette. He also felt that he was falling sick. Sleeping in the same room, without taking advantage of her, no one else in the world can hold back like him. He felt a gush of fire-filled his head and disintegrated his sanity. He grabbed the back of her head and leaned forward to kiss her. His lips were warm. A fresh scent of toothpaste
Stella grinned sharply and stated, "I'm a married woman. How is it possible to be your woman?" Jasper heard her refusal and did not want to argue further. That's it. "We're not in the same world hence it's pointless to be companions. Get into the car and I'll send you back." Jasper said gently. Stella lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes were fluttering, leaving a shadow under her eyes while covering the sadness in her. Without a doubt, Jasper and she were definitely not in the same world. Since they couldn't be companions, why should they force it? She had consistently been distant from everyone else and had lived alone all the while. "Don't worry. I can get myself home. Thank you, chief, for sparing me. I wish you happiness." Stella gestured, turned around, and strolled towards the entryway of the hotel. Jasper clenched his teeth and his eyes were brimming with disturbance. His nails holding the steering w
Stella returned to her office. Eli Wayne passed by and saw Stella. She returned and asked with concern, "Stella, how did it go yesterday?" "I'm going to get a divorce." Stella said serenely. "Really? You made a good decision. I fully support your decision." She grinned cheekily once more. "Is it true that you went to meet the handsome gentleman yesterday evening?" "No." Stella shook her head and felt somewhat desolate. "I won't meet him again." "Why? If it's because he thinks you're hitched. You're getting a divorce soon," Eli Wayne said in perplexity. "Our lifestyles are too different. I need to lease a house, and go to a law firm later. If I want to get a divorce, I need to show the evidence of Federick's infidelity." Stella thought. "The proof of Federick's disloyalty? It's straightforward. I'll handle that for you." Eli Wayne said without hesitating. "Thank you," Stella said earnestly. The marriage, w
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