Fall in love? What right did she have to fall in love? Stella was about to continue when she caught a glimpse of a familiar face. It was one of Federick's filthy friends – Patrick. The vile man who had called her "His Queen" during the orgy party Federick had forced her to. Stella did not want to be spotted by him. She did not want him to report nonsense to Federick and cause more trouble. Stella did not have time to think, so she hid under the table. Jasper was speechless. He frowned irritably and lifted up the table cloth. "What are you doing?" "Someone I know is here. I don't want to be seen by him." Stella explained hurriedly. She saw Patrick walking towards her so she tried to pull the tablecloth. Jasper's heart was filled with anger. He said, "Am I that humiliating to be with?" She wanted to pull down the table cloth, but he refused. Stella couldn't stop him. Patrick was coming clo
"That doesn't prove that she likes me, does it? Or, she just thinks that she still owes me a book from Russia," Jasper said self-deprecatingly. His eyes were cold and blank when he thought of the scene of Stella returning his money back to him. "Stella likes you, I can guarantee that. She's often in a daze with your book in her arms. By the way, she refused you because she agreed Federick that they would be separated for a month, and then they could file for divorce a month later. She didn't want other factors to come in the way, so she wanted to distance herself from you first," Eli said in a hurry. Jasper frowned and stayed silent. Eli couldn't guess what Jasper was thinking as he remained silent. She continued, "Can you take the initiative? Stella is a very passive person. It's better to make the move with her." Jasper "..." Would it be helpful if he forced it? Jasper was afraid that Stella would hate him to death. "I
After No. 05 finished her song, another girl went up to sing. "Do you want to sing?" Stella asked Eli. "Let's have a look at what's going on first," Eli said rationally, knocking on the melon seeds and listening to the song. "This girl's body is a bit lacking. She hasn't fully developed yet. Who is she?" Mr. Number 10, a man who was sitting in front of Eli, asked the man next to him. "I don't know. They can bring anyone here. I don't know or have never seen some of these people," Dae said lazily. He turned around and looked at Eli with a smile. Eli glanced at Dae. What was he smiling for? Why did she feel that the person's voice was familiar? "Why is there not a person with a good figure? It's too insulting for my eyes." No. 10 said scornfully. Eli thought it was getting boring. "Stella, let's go out to play on the beach." Eli pulled Stella and left. Eli walked so quickly that she didn't notice th
He slowly approached her lips. Stella Grace was flustered. She pushed his hand away and came out of his arms. "That..." She felt very uncomfortable and covered herself with the bath towel tied to her chest. Her mind seemed to be tied up, and she didn't know what to say. Jasper Milton did not say anything. He looked at her retreating figure with a deep gaze. "I want to change my clothes, you..." Stella turned around. He was already standing behind her. Shocked, she took a step back and sat down on the bed. Jasper approached her. Stella pushed his chest with both hands. She could feel his heartbeat with the palms of her hand, which were trembling in her fingertips. "What you hesitate for? Haven't I seen it before? Do you want me to help you wear it?" He asked. His tone was ambiguous and his eyes were sharp. The pressure was too strong. "I didn't mean that," Stella said anxiously, her face turning red. "What do
Frederick rushed over and grabbed Eli's mobile phone. He locked Eli with a livid face. "Felicia put on your clothes and let's go." "Why?" Felicia didn't want to give up. "Do as I say!" Frederick said in a low voice. A hint of maliciousness flashed in his eyes when he looked at Eli, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Eli felt a chill down her spine. She patted her head. She was so silly. She should have taken the photo secretly. However, where did Stella and the chief go? Frederick picked up the clothes on the ground. Stella was so scared that she trembled. She was afraid that Frederick and others would see her when he picked up the clothes on the ground. Fortunately, he didn't see it and walked out of the door. "Give me my phone," Eli said angrily. Frederick was sure that she didn't take any photos, so he threw the phone to her. Eli called Stella. Stella's cell phone rang. Eli saw Stella's mo
Stella was a little annoyed. He was so overbearing that he didn't get her permission. "When did I belong to you? We didn't even do it," she said in a low voice. She was too embarrassed to make it clear. Her soft voice sounded like she was asking for more from Jasper's perspective. Jasper drove to the side and stopped the car. "So you want it in your heart, right? Women always talk the contrary." He asked with a frown. He picked her up from the seat and let her sat on his lap. Stella was stunned. He held her hand and pressed it against his key site. Stella felt that there was something full in her palm, and she was so scared that she wanted to pull her hand out. He held her tighter. "You're too impatient. Now we're on the road. Can we wait until we arrive at the destination?" Jasper said in a low voice. Stella felt like she was being misunderstood and spoke incoherently. "No, I didn't mean that. I mean... I don't want... I don'
Each of them had a room. The sound insulation equipment of this kind of stay-inns was very poor. Stella heard the moaning sound coming from the next room, she couldn't fall asleep because of the noise. The pair next door... they seemed not to need any sleep. It was not easy to calm down, but not a while, something happened again. They were even doing when knocking at the wall on her side, "Thump! Thump! Thump!" And the screams of the girl was sharp. Stella was about to break down. She went out for a walk and was going to return after they were done. The air in the countryside was much better than in the city. Although it was hot too, there were a lot of mosquitoes. The moon was bright and clear, and fireflies were flying among the grasses. She hadn't seen fireflies for a long time. She still remembered that when she was a child, she had caught a lot of fireflies with a bottle and placed them under her bed curtain.
Jasper and Stella went to the hospital of the mayor after recording in the police station. Stella was a doctor. She helped Jasper to apply anti-inflammatory drugs, medicine, and tied bandages. Jasper looked at her without blinking. She was very focused. Her eyes were focused on his arm, and her eyebrows were slightly knitted. The mist seemed to be flowing in her eyes. "What are you thinking about?" Jasper asked. "It seems that you are always in bad luck when you are with me. You were injured in the car accident last time, now you are hurt again." Stella said apologetically. "Why do I think it's a good thing to meet you. If it weren't for you, the task of making people safe and sound wouldn't have succeeded. Last time, it was also because of you that I could have blocked some messy things with the excuse of a car accident." Jasper comforted her. "What about this time?" "I called you here this time. If I came alone, I would also be fo
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