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
When Renee Chancery saw this, her face suddenly lost its color, and she could feel anger rising within her. She smacked on the table as she joined Felicia Chuck in scolding Stella Grace, "You're so shameless. You're stealing your sister's man. You're just a b*tch who was birthed from another b*tch." Frederick Addington had kissed Stella abruptly in public. Her stomach was filled with suppressed anger which had nowhere to escape to. The worst thing was that he was holding her too close. It was too hot and too annoying. She pushed Frederick away and looked at Renee deeply. She said rudely, "Your husband is my father. If what you said was true, then Felicia is a b*tch, and you have married a b*tch. In that case, aren't you even more despicable?" "How dare you!" Wilson Chuck roared at Stella. His eyes were shooting daggers at her. "I have invited my future son-in-law to dinner today. I have had nothing to do with you since a long time ago. Get out of here." Wi
"Are you free tonight? I want to treat you to dinner," Bettany Hadley said softly. "Sorry, I'm not free tonight. I'm treating someone else to dinner," Stella Grace refused. "Then could we meet tomorrow at noon? I have something very important to tell you." "You could just say it now. We don't have to meet each other." Stella tried to avoid meeting up with Bettany. There was no particular reason for it, she just didn't want to. "I have something to give you. I'll wait for you in Room 302 at the Purple Garden Restaurant tomorrow. See you then." Bettany said and hung up the phone before Stella could answer her. Stella put her mobile phone into her bag. "Who is it?" Frederick Addington asked curiously. "It was Bettany," she replied. "She's bad news. I don't think you should go. Nothing good will come out of it. By the way, I heard that Jasper didn't marry her. Instead, he gave her the house and the rest of his savings," Frederick said with an
Stella Grace deleted the number, threw the phone on the bedside table, and lay down on the bed. She was so tired that she fell asleep without taking a bath. She had a dream. She dreamed that she was sitting on a boat, surrounded by a lake that stretched into the horizon. The sparkling surface of the lake reflected her face. Jasper Milton was also on the boat. He leaned over, kissed her, took off her clothes, and made love with her. As she reached the peak of pleasure, Jasper's face suddenly turned into Frederick's. She was startled at the change and tried to escape in a panic. Frederick held onto her waist to prevent her from leaving and forced her to have sex with him. She kicked him away in fear but couldn't retreat, so she immediately jumped into the lake. At the bottom of the lake, she saw a woman who was also naked. She swam towards her, and saw the woman's face. She looked exactly like her, and her face was full of tears. She
Stella Grace hung up the phone. She was lost in her thoughts. "What's wrong?" Frederick Addington asked as he held her cold hand. Stella shook her head and said, "I heard some shocking news, so I'm feeling a little flustered." "You always think too much and keep everything to yourself. You'll get depressed if you go on like this. Stella, you should make more friends," Frederick suddenly suggested. "Real friendships are few and far in between. Those whom you associate with regularly tend to become bad people. On the other hand, those whom you rarely interact with would be the ones who were always there for you. Sometimes a friend can be scarier than an enemy. I would rather have a few true friends than a lot of meaningless friends," Stella retorted. Frederick nodded. "You're right. You already have me." "Ha." Stella let out a laugh and looked out of the window. Somehow, her smile made him uncomfortable. "We're here." Frederick reminded her
She cried for more than ten minutes. Her face was covered with tears and snot and her eyes were swollen. She struggled to catch her breath and her mind was blank. After that, she came out of the bathroom stall, walked to the mirror, and washed her face. She raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. She took a deep breath and traced her fingers along the pale face reflected on it and whispered, "Don't be sad. Jasper is gone, but I will accompany you and protect you forever. From now on, no one can hurt you." The cleaner came in and looked at Stella strangely. Stella Grace glanced at the cleaner, straightened her back and walked out of the bathroom. Before the door was closed, she heard the cleaner saying, "Crazy woman." She trembled and her hands, which were hanging by her sides, were also shaking. She pushed the door open and glared at the cleaner with sharp eyes. "What did you say?" The cleaner saw that Stella was angry. She was, after al
"You can't just simply follow strangers. I don't know you. You should ask your mother to take you to the place you want to go to." Stella rubbed the kid's head and said softly. "I can't let my mother know that place, otherwise, I will be taken away, but I have to get a very important thing from that place. Auntie, I believe in you, so please help me, okay? Otherwise, I will die." The kid pleaded. "Where do you need to go? What important thing are you talking about?" Stella asked vigilantly. "I hid a map at that place a while ago, but I'll only know where its exact location is after I arrive at that place. I've made a mark there previously," he said. Stella frowned and looked at the little child. "What map?" "Its about the base. I'm going to retrieve it and give it to my father," said the child. The corner of Stella's lips curled upwards. She found a loophole in the child's words. "Then you should go to your father and tell him about the map, no
"Why? How am I not raising him well?" Bettany's eyes turned red with rage as she looked at Jasper Milton. "At such a young age, Ralph has already learned how to hurt himself to frame others. If you don't correct this character, he will only walk down a dark path when he grows up. Do you think you have done a good job teaching him?" He asked bluntly. "I don't believe that Stella actually hit him. What do you mean if I have done a good job teaching him or not? You can't put the blame on me. At least I didn't do anything to hurt you." Bettany Hadley said with grievance. Jasper's eyes darkened, and their conversation stopped here. "I'll send you to the hospital first. Ralph has a head injury. He needs to get it checked out." Bettany turned her face and saw Stella Grace in the distance. Her eyes flickered slightly and she said to Jasper, "Give Ralph a hug. Even if he is in the wrong, he is still a child. I don't want him to feel that he lacks love. That would only ma