Chapter 5 You can get leave now

　　In a villa located halfway up the Nano District mountain, a dimly lit room was filled with the aroma of fresh apples. A pink bed in the room was covered with wrinkled sheets.

　　Federick sat among the sheets, half-squinting his eyes. His thick black lashes blocked his dark eyes, and a chilly glint flashed through his eyes.

　　His rosy lips were parted slightly.

　　Federick was an angel carved by the heavens. His delicate appearance and charming character were always adorned with a charming smile on his face.

　　A woman bent across him, trying to seduce him with her tongue. She moaned softly, tempting him.

　　"I want you." She pleaded.

　　Federick bowed his head and smiled playfully. He pinched her lovely chin and lifted it up. "Do you want me?"

　　"Yes."

　　"I'm a little tired today. Let's do this another day." Federick said, with a hint of callousness. He stood up and walked to the bathroom.

　　Tonight, he felt that this was meaningless.

　　Federick left the villa early.

　　Outside, Federick picked up his mobile phone and called Stella.

　　One, two, three...

　　Stella did not answer.

　　Federick curled up the corners of his mouth and murmured, "You want to play with me? Very good."

　　Federick dialed Stella's downtown apartment again.

　　One, two, three.

　　His patience was fading away.

　　"Hello." The voice of the housemaid, Betty, rang out in a daze.

　　"Where is Madam?" Federick asked coldly.

　　"Sir. Madam has yet to return home," Betty replied.

　　"Is she on duty today?" Federick's eyes became colder.

　　"No."

　　As soon as Betty's voice fell away, Federick hung up the phone.

　　"Stella, you have learned to stay out at night!" Federick sped up and drove toward the hospital.

　　Stella returned to the hospital. She opened the drawer and took out her mobile phone.

　　At 2.31 a.m,. there was a call from Federick.

　　Stella put down her phone with a sad smile.

　　She took out a plaster from the drawer, along with some iodine.

　　Stella walked to the mirror and tilted her neck.

　　A scar had already formed the size of a needle.

　　If she didn't look closely, she couldn't see it.

　　But for safety, she put on a plaster on her neck.

　　She returned to her chair.

　　She dipped a cotton swab in some iodine and dabbed on the wounds on her hands, finally placing three plasters on them.

　　After that, she lay on the bed in the office.

　　"Crack." The door was pushed open.

　　Stella sat up warily.

　　When Federick saw her, his tight face showed a charming smile as usual.

　　Federick put his hands into his pocket and walked up to her lazily. "You don't have to be on duty today. Why didn't you go home to sleep?"

　　Stella looked at the hickey mark on his neck.

　　He had just finished with his disgusting business!

　　"Why are you here?" Stella ignored his question, put on her shoes, and sat up.

　　"I was just passing by!" Federick said leisurely, seeing the plaster on her neck.

　　A mocking smile appeared on his handsome face. "Stella, when did you learn to hurt yourself?"

　　Stella looked at Federick calmly.

　　There was no guilt or shame on his face.

　　He behaved as he was not having these affairs, as if he had never gotten another woman pregnant.

　　A fit of anger boiled from the bottom of Stella's heart, and her eyes narrowed sharply.

　　"Yeah, I'm hurting myself! But this, compared to the pain of watching your affairs..."

　　"Ssi!"

　　Before she could finish, Federick ripped off the plaster on her neck suddenly.

　　Stella felt a sharp pain in her neck.

　　The pain was so intense; she felt cold. She was momentarily disoriented and forgot what she wanted to say.

　　She stood there in a daze. There was a glazed look in her eyes.

　　Federick looked at her smooth neck with disgust.

　　"You are not hurt at all. Stella, you are too scheming. No matter how good a clown can act, a clown is still a clown." Federick said sarcastically.

　　Stella felt so cold in her heart, she felt that there was no need to explain to him.

　　"You can leave now," Stella said bluntly.

　　Federick's eyes flashed sharply.

　　Federick held Stella's chin and pushed her to the bed. He stared at her cold face and said sarcastically, "Do you know why I don't want to touch you?"

　　Stella pursed her lips and looked at Federick quietly.

　　Her heartstrings pulled tight, she was in so much pain.

　　Stella wanted to remember his cruelty clearly so that her heart could finally grow as cold as stone, she did not want to feel any more pain!

　　Seeing that she did not speak, Federick grew angrier and did not bother to hide his disgust for her. "Because you are so arrogant and annoying, and whatever you do disgusts me."

　　Stella's eyelashes fluttered, and her watery eyes were covered with a layer of tears. She stared at Federick quietly, neither crying nor refuting.

　　But in her heart, she was bleeding.

　　"I know that. Do you know why I married you even when I know you despise me?" Stella asked.

　　Federick suddenly stopped. He frowned and sized her up.

　　Stella broke into a charming smile.

　　When she smiled, she could turn the world upside down.

　　Even Federick was smitten by her smile.

　　"Because I want to see you suffer. You and your lover plotted together to kidnap, and I have no evidence to condemn you. I can only destroy you slowly by tying you to me." Stella said resolutely.

　　Federick pushed her away.

　　"Just you wait for a letter from my lawyer. I am getting a divorce. You want to destroy me, don't you dare even dream about it." Federick said irrationally.

　　Federick turned around, took out a tissue from Stella's desk, and wiped his hands thoroughly.

　　It was as if he had touched something dirty.

　　Federick rolled the tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

　　He turned around, quickly walked out of the door, and closed the door.

　　Bang!

　　Stella looked at the closed door and sat on the bed with tears in her eyes.

　　She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, but her chest throbbed painfully.

　　Once, she had loved him wholeheartedly.

　　However, what did her love mean to him?

　　He was the one who proposed the marriage, but also the one who betrayed her, and now also the one who divorces her.

　　She was like a clown, getting laughed at despicably.

　　Her heart ached so much, she could barely breathe.

　　Stella curled up tightly, holding her body tightly as if she were trying to absorb warmth from her own body so that she would not die of cold.

　　She lay awake and only fell asleep when light appeared in the sky.

　　At the military camp.

　　Flipping through the documents handed over by Lieutenant Johnson, Jasper frowned and guilt flashed across his dark eyes.

　　He did not know that Stella had led such a miserable life after marriage.

　　Stella and her husband were separated. Her parents-in-law had a bad relationship, and her mother had been admitted to a psychiatric hospital.

　　Her husband had 16 lovers.

　　On average, he only spent two and a half months with each woman.

　　Jasper closed the document and instructed Lieutenant Johnson, "Inform the hospital director to have her promoted to deputy director."