"I'll do it. As long as you are willing to be with me, I am willing to do anything for you. You know this too," Frederick Addington said softly. Stella Grace supported her face on her arm and sized Frederick up. "Are you really willing to do anything?" "I'll do anything," Frederick said without thinking. "Okay. Anyway, I need to go to the bathroom." She got up and walked to the bathroom. After washing her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. There was confusion in her eyes. From what she had learned, love was nothing more than a chemical called dopamine. It was released when people were in love and made them feel sweet, refreshed, and immersed in their fantasy. It also severely lowered their IQ. They would obsess over their crush's positive attributes and overlook their shortcomings. It would eventually metabolize within three months. After that, it was not dopamine that maintained the relationship but personal effort, sense of responsibilit
Coldness flashed through Frederick's eyes. "Don't worry. He's your father, I won't touch him unprovoked." Stella Grace smiled charmingly at Frederick. "What if I let you deal with him?" Frederick Addington looked at Stella in confusion. Stella made a call and put the phone on speaker. "Hello, who is it?" It was Wilson Chuck's voice. "Dad, this is Stella." "Don't call me dad. You're no daughter of mine. I heard you hooked up with Jasper Milton. Do you know how notorious you are now?" Wilson said sternly. "No matter what, I'm still your daughter, aren't I? Your blood flows in my veins, you can't change that." "Shut up. Your blood came from that b*tch Celine. You're just like her. I will publicly disown you. Don't threaten me, I'm not afraid of you," Wilson said angrily. Stella's eyes were as cold as icicles, but she was still smiling. "It's okay if you disown me. I only have one condition, cooperate with me and cure my mother."
"I love you no matter what. As long as you're with me, everything will be alright. Even if you don't love me, I will stay with you till the end of the world. If I have the person whom I love the most by my side, I will then die with no regrets," Frederick Addington declared. "Let's fight against Wilson. Do what you must," Stella Grace said softly. Without another word, she bowed her head and continued to eat. The waiter came over with the bill. Stella took out her wallet from her bag. "Ah Madam, someone has already paid for your table," the waiter said with a smile. Stella looked at Frederick. "It's not me," Frederick said. Stella's eyes sank as she turned towards the door. If it was not Frederick, then it must be Jasper Milton. She was already having dinner with Frederick. Why did Jasper pay the bill for them? She was like the old Stella, completely at a loss whenever it came to Jasper. "Who paid the bill?" Frederick asked.
One could never judge a person's character. You might think that you know a person, but you'd never know what was going in their minds. That was why people tend to speculate, hurt, and test others. Stella Grace could feel the coldness in Frederick's voice through the phone. She believed that everyone should bear responsibility for their actions. There would always be a reckoning. It was just a matter of time. Wilson Chuck only had himself to blame. "I'm sleepy. Good night, Frederick," Stella whispered. "You haven't said anything nice yet," Frederick Addington reminded her. "What do you want to hear? Thank you for giving me an extraordinary life? Or thank you for loving me to bits? Ha!" Stella chuckled. The sarcasm and blame in her voice was profound. Before Frederick could reply, she hung up, turned off her phone and placed it on the table. She felt dizzy and closed her eyes without turning off the lights. After awhile, she
Stella's heart tightened. She held Jasper's hand and asked anxiously, "Why are you so stubborn?" "Don't you think that you're the stubborn one? What you think is right might not be right," Jasper Milton said in a low voice. "But you have to take responsibility as a father. You have a son with Bettany. You need to think about your future together instead of wasting your time on a good-for-nothing person like me." Stella Grace said furiously. "Although that child was not what I wanted, he is still my biological son, so I will take care of him and protect him. I will perform my duty as a father. These things are not in conflict of me pursuing you," Jasper slashed back at her. "How many times do I have to say it in order for you to understand, it's impossible for you to..." Before she could finish her sentence, Jasper kissed her lips again and swallowed the words she was going to say. "Knock knock knock." There was a knock on the door. Stella glimpsed at
Frederick Addington raised the corners of his lips slightly. As long as she was here with him. "You should rest. It's late. We'll talk about it tomorrow. I'll be at the door. Just look for me if you need anything," He eventually gave in and walked out. He closed the door behind him. Like a deflated balloon, Stella Grace lowered her shoulders and sat down feebly on the sofa, with her gaze firmly fixed on the front. Life was a gamble to begin with. If the odds were in his favor, it would bring joy to the person. But if one had lost the bet, then it would all be back to square one. She lay down on the sofa and rested for a while. Then she locked the door and went into the bathroom. It was already three o'clock in the morning when she was done with her bath and her laundry. She lay on the bed, and the scene with Jasper earlier flashed through her mind. Her vision was getting blurry, and she eventually closed her eyes. There were a lot of things she
"Sorry, the Eli Wayne I know would not accept that." Stella Grace said angrily. She picked up the teacup on the table and drank up all the water in it. Frederick Addington knew that she was angry so he immediately stopped talking. The waiter served the meal quickly. "Do you want some maple syrup to go with the pancakes?" Frederick asked. Stella had no appetite at all. Eli was Stella's only friend. She knew her well. "Does Sean Yaleman really fancy Eli?" She still couldn't believe it. "That's what I've heard. Sean Yaleman, the man whose shrewdness is deeper than anyone else's imagination. He does things meticulously. If Eli were to be together with him, she would get whatever she wants even if she has nothing to her name." Frederick commented. "Eli may look like a scatterbrain, but she is a feisty girl. She does not expect much from men. She doesn't ask for looks and wealth, but she will never accept being cheated on. Sean must have had a
The three students were called into the office. Their faces were very pale. They seemed to have realized that their plan had failed. Stella Grace leaned lightly against the headmaster's desk and turned on the recordings on her cell phone. "Tell me, why did you accuse Bobby of peeping?" "I don't like him." The fat boy didn't deny it and said with confidence. She looked at the other two students and asked, "Did you two frame him because you don't like him too?" "He acts as if he's all that just because he is the State Mayor's son. If he did bad things, someone will back him up. This kind of person can't stay in the school. He would only bring disaster to others if he continues staying here." The thin boy said with righteousness. Stella's mouth twitched into a sarcastic grin. "You are not the law, and you are not God. You think that Bobby would harm your classmates, when in truth you are the ones who slandered your classmates." "Do unto others as you wo
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