She went back to sleep. Bryan Fellow was a new official. This case was unusual, and he could not sleep at night. Instead, he applied for a search warrant and quickly found the mobile phone and earrings. Stella Grace woke up naturally. She glanced at the time. It was 7:30 a.m., and her mind was a little confused. She sat on the bed in a daze for three minutes, and gradually, her senses returned to reality. As long as she was alive, life could continue on. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, tied her hair up into a bun on her head, changed into a dark purple suit, and brought a breakfast roll along with her to the hotel cafeteria to eat. As soon as she walked in, she saw Jasper Milton sitting by the window. He was enjoying a sandwich, a glass of milk, and an omelette. The rays of sunlight gently fell onto his pure body through the window, creating a halo of light around him. It had only been a few days since they last saw each other but it fe
When Mila's father no longer had the strength to continue, the murderer pressed his head into the bath tub and held him there until he drowned. After Mila's father died, she cut off his private organ and put it in a sealed bag. What she didn't notice was that while she was enjoying herself, Mila's father had deliberately removed one of her earrings and held it tightly in his palm. After killing Mila's father, the murderer continued to record the whole thing on her mobile phone and went back to Mila's room. When Mila's mother saw that her husband had not returned, she had a bad feeling. "Where's my husband?" "Your husband has gone out to take the money. You, come with me." Mila's mother followed the murderer suspiciously. As soon as she entered the room, she was stabbed by the murderer several times. The murderer pushed Mila's mother away, started the electric knife and sawed off Mila's mother's leg neatly. She shoved her foot into her mou
Jasper's deep gaze fell on her body, but he did not say a word. His silence seemed to have said everything. Stella Grace as overwhelmed by the strange yet familiar feeling and she didn't know how to deal with it. She lowered her head instead. "You've come to the wrong room, haven't you?" The person next to Jasper spoke. Stella immediately turned around. Bryan Fellow held her arm and said, "I'll call and ask." Stella nodded. Bryan smiled at Stella and made a call with a doting look in his eyes. The phone rang outside the door. Ryan Lameer came in with his mobile phone and said with a smile, "You're all here. Sorry, I was stuck in traffic." "Teacher Grace," Bobby Lameer greeted her enthusiastically. "Teacher Grace." Bobby's mother looked a little embarrassed. After all, Stella had saved her son even though they had a conflict previously. Stella nodded, greeting them. Bryan hung up the phone when he saw Ryan coming towards
Stella's heart tightened. Before she could stand up, she heard the people around Jasper cry out in panic, "Chief, you're bleeding!" Jasper Milton frowned and said in a deep voice, "It's not a big deal. Don't make a fuss out of this." Stella Grace stood up, held Jasper's hand, and pulled out the glass fragments. "Don't underestimate minor injuries. If you don't handle it properly, it will slowly become a serious injury. Chief, you are an important leader of the state's military force, so you must take good care of yourself." The waiter came over with a medical kit that was provided by the hotel. Stella bent over and carefully treated Jasper's wound. Jasper looked at her with deep eyes. Her body was illuminated under the light. Because she had lowered her head, the silhouette of her hair fell on the side of her face, which made her look like a quiet shadow imprinted on the wall. He could vaguely recall fragments of a time where she had treated hi
The kiss had spiraled wildly out of control. The whole thing was like thunder striking the ground into flames, the ocean waves crashing violently against the beach. Everything was electric. The sounds of their breathing grew heavier and heavier. They'd completely forgotten about the time, location, surroundings and even who they were. Jasper pressed Stella onto her seat. Her legs wrapped around his strong waist, closing the distance between them. Jasper's subordinate noticed that something was off and peered into the rearview mirror. "I'll gouge your eyes out!" Jasper snapped. "Eyes on the road!" His subordinate immediately averted his gaze. He straightened his back, looked straight ahead, and held the steering wheel tightly. Jasper drew the curtain of the right window and sat down on the back seat. Holding Stella with one hand, he closed the curtain of the other window with his free hand. Adviser Zenith was stunned to see the usual
Stella Grace was very embarrassed. She turned around with her back facing Jasper, and said in a low voice, "I... seem to have... ate something bad." Jasper Milton wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms. "Ryan must have drugged the pomegranate juice." Stella was startled and she turned to look at Jasper. His face was right beside hers. When she turned her head, she accidentally touched his face, and there seemed to be a flash of electricity on her lips. She was so shocked that her heart jumped. She tried to calm herself down as soon as possible, so as not to be tempted by the excitement. "Both you and I drank the juice, and so did Ryan's son, right? He wouldn't hurt his own child, would he?" Jasper remained silent, looking at her with clear eyes. That look alone confirmed her suspicions. "Was that man just now sent by Ryan?" Jasper nodded. "Probably. He used a room card to open my door. He probably wanted to take ph
Stella Grace returned to her room in a daze, and the last words that Jasper Milton had said to her lingered in her mind - "I will never give up on you in this life." She sat down on the sofa and spaced out. God must have blessed her for her to be loved by someone like this. For a long time, she had been living for herself and often felt that she was pitiful. God had never been merciful to her. Thinking about it now, she was not pitiful one, but Jasper rather. She closed her eyes, and everything in front of her disappeared into the darkness. Everything in the world had nothing to do with her anymore. But what should she do about Jasper? She had lived alone all this while and had no lover to accompany her. Things had been this way for the past 6 years. Whenever she thought of the person she loved, she would feel sad and suffocated, as if the air surrounding her was thinning. That kind of desolation came from the bottom of her heart. Even in
She didn't know how much time had passed. By the time she came around, the sky had darkened and everything was pitch black. Her hands and feet were bound with ropes. It felt like her body was floating. Was she floating on water? "Stella, Stella." She thought she was hallucinating when she heard Jasper's voice. Did she miss him too much? "Stella, Stella." Jasper's voice travelled into her ears. She was sure she'd heard it clearly this time, so she hurried to answer. "I'm here, Jasper. Jasper!" A bright light suddenly shone from the flashlight on his phone. Jasper Milton lifted the lid of the wooden box. Stella Grace caught sight of his face and gasped in surprise. "Why are you here?" Jasper bent over to untie the ropes that were binding her hands. "It's a long story. Let's get out of here first. Bryan is still outside," he said hurriedly. "Bryan is outside?" Stella panicked and grasped onto his hand. "Bryan is one o