"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.
She knew Sean Yaleman too well. She and Sean had been classmates in elementary school and junior high school. When he was in junior high, many boys and girls still didn't know what love was, but he was already acting very precociously. Every day, he and his gang of followers would block the corridor. Every time they walked past a pretty girl, he would begin his attempts to flirt with her. When Eli Wayne was in her first year of junior high, she was a little on the chubbier side. Every time she walked past the corridor, he would say things like, "You should walk slowly, otherwise the floor would collapse," or "When Halley's Comet sees you, it will hit the Earth, or "Your face is like the scene of a car accident." or "Where did you buy this dress? Can't you buy a bigger one? It looks like it's going to burst." She had never met such a sharp-tongued person. Because of his existence, every time she went to the toilet, she had to go down to the first floor just
Stella Grace felt her heart tighten. "Eli!" she screamed. The van drove away right in front of her. Stella quickly started her car again and chased after the van. The van sped down the road, and Stella saw another van with the same exact model coming over. She was afraid of getting confused, so she memorized the license plate of the van that had taken Eli. 2S345. The van arrived at a crossroad, and about four to five of the same van model suddenly appeared alongside it. Stella was anxious. This kidnapping seemed to be intentional. She called the emergency number as she drove. "Hello, I'm Stella Grace. My friend was kidnapped at the entrance of the American embassy. The van that took her is now on Wesser Road. The license plate number is 2S345. Please stop the van. I'm following the van now and will try to update you on my current location." There was a traffic light coming up. Stella was afraid that she would lose sight of the van,
Stella Grace bought a pair of jeans, a cap, and a black sportswear in the mall before going to a nearby hotel to book a room. She went into the room to take a shower and changed into the new clothes that she'd just purchased. She deliberately didn't bring along her wallet, but took her room card and six hundred dollars in cash. She didn't drive, instead, she hailed a taxi and said in a low voice, "Go to Skies Apartment." It took more than 40 minutes for her to finally reach Skies Apartment. When she arrived, Jasper hadn't arrived yet. She stood at the doorway and waited for about half an hour before a black Hummer drove over. Jasper Milton parked the car in front of her and got out of the car. He was alone. "Stella, what's wrong?" Jasper asked worriedly as he looked at her face. "Let's talk about it after we go in." Stella pointed her chin at the room. Jasper opened the door. Stella went in and took a deep breath. She tu
Stella Grace knew the way to help a mental patient heal quickly was to block all of their most painful memories, as well as all the memories which could potentially cause them pain in the future. As a gifted scholar, she had spent three years researching this. Through continuous effort and examples, she became one of the top ten experts in this field. It was highly possible that people started developing mental illnesses in the first place because these painful memories had consumed them entirely. The patient's families would, out of immense love for them, hope that the patient could forget their painful recollections and live a normal life again. But if the patients themselves were not willing to overcome this... Jasper quickened his speed. When she heard his grunt, she knew that he had climaxed. She quickly wiped her tears dry. Jasper kissed her forehead and eyes. After tasting the salty taste of her tears, he looked at her worriedly. H
She had to go. "I'll contact you soon." Stella's words expressed her determination. Jasper Milton frowned. He knew that she had made up her mind to go back. He could not make her stay, so he had to take a step back. "Let me take you there." Stella Grace did not refuse. After all, it would be hard for her to call for a taxi here. "I'm staying at Joyous Hotel near Wesser Road," Stella said. Jasper knew that she had approved of him sending her, so he said, "Give me a moment. I'll change my clothes." ...... After the two of them changed their clothes, Jasper sent her back to her hotel. Stella leaned against the chair and looked out of the window. They did not speak a word throughout the whole journey. Jasper's car was getting slower and slower to the point where youngsters who were riding their bikes overtook him. They couldn't help but look back and flip the bird to him. Apart from Stella who could stir up his maelstrom of emotio
Stella Grace smiled and looked at his cold face. "You are indeed the Frederick whom I have known all this while. Where do you think I could possibly go to?" Frederick Addington saw the sarcasm and coldness in her eyes. Her words were like a bomb, bombarding his brain and nerves. He had changed a lot for her. Couldn't she see it? "Tell me, where did you go?" he roared fiercely. It was as if she would be sent to hell if she didn't answer him. Stella looked at Frederick calmly. "I am just doing what I'm supposed to do." "What are you supposed to do?" "A lot of things. Which one would you like to listen to first?" Frederick felt like he could not see her clearly, as if there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them, and she would disappear in the next second. He was eager to do something to prove that he still had her. Frederick lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. Stella subconsciously turned her f