"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
"I hope to find you a good teacher who will teach you how to behave. Teacher Grace is too strict. I'm afraid that her teaching style is not suitable for you. Don't worry, I will definitely find a better teacher for you." Bobby Lameer's mother coaxed him as she belittled Stella with her words. Stella Grace stood there like a rock. She smiled elegantly and composedly. Parents held an important role in developing their child's personality. Since she was not accepted by Bobby's mother, to speak up would just be doing herself a disservice. "I just want Teacher Grace," Bobby Lameer insisted. "Why aren't you listening to me? When your father comes back, he will teach you a lesson." Bobby's mother scolded. Stella looked at Bobby and said, "Bobby, you are a smart and wise child. You'll be fine even without my guidance. Even if I am not your teacher, as long as you get into the top ten in the monthly assessments, I'm keeping the promise we made before."
Stella Grace got onto the train heading back to A City and looked out of the window on the train. The warm sunlight bathed the ground in a soft white glow. The green leaves and grass were lush and vibrant, and the various purple and red flowers along the way were brimming with vitality. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Frederick Addington was observing her. As she smiled, he found himself smiling along with her. The days were quiet and peaceful. If he had realized his feelings for her earlier, perhaps they could have been happy together for a longer time, maybe even having two children already. He held her hand. Stella looked at him, and her eyes regained their usual cold look. "What's wrong?" "Are you hungry? Let's go to the restaurant and have something to eat." Frederick suddenly pulled her up. Now that he'd brought this up, she found that she was indeed a little hungry, so she followed him into the restaurant.