"Yes," Sean confirmed calmly. Eli wiped the tears off her face. In her heart, Sean had always been a dominant and powerful person. Whenever he was with her, he would always smile at her. Although he was sometimes spiteful, he would still dote on her and pamper her. The current him, however, gave her a feeling of sorrow and depression. "Don't be afraid. It's okay, I'm willing to be locked up with you," Eli said, but all she felt was despair. She choked her sobs back. Sean laughed. He sounded happy. "How could you still laugh? This is all my fault. If I hadn't made you take care of Natasha, then you wouldn't have asked Yvonne to push her into the snake pit. If Natasha was fine, then none of this would have happened. I was the one who dragged you into this mess," Eli said guiltily. "My girl was being bullied, if I didn't stand up for her, then I don't deserve to be her man. Since that's the case, you don't have to feel sad. At most, I'll just lose
"I want you to visit me in person," Eli whined. After a moment of silence, Stella nodded. Eli walked away reluctantly, constantly turning back to look at Stella. Stella stood where she was and watched as Eli walked into the waiting hall. It was not until the plane took off that she finally turned around and got into Elvis' car. "Elvis, could you help me with two last things?" Stella asked politely. "Mrs. Milton, please feel free to give me your orders, I'll do my best to help you. Also, I'm being sincere," Elvis said, choking with sobs. "It doesn't matter whether you're being sincere. I need you to buy postcards with sceneries from all around the world tomorrow. It doesn't matter if you couldn't buy from each place in the world, just buy as many as you can....." Stella ordered. "Postcards with sceneries from around the world? Okay, I'll get that done." "Also, I will grade all the papers within the next two days, and I'll look for those w
"Go ahead." "I'll send you some postcards. These postcards will have sceneries from around the world. I need your help to send one to Eli once in a while on my behalf." Allen remained silent for three seconds after listening to her request. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine. I don't have many friends, so I need you to help me again," Stella said with a smile. "Okay, I understand. Don't worry." Stella knew that she could trust Allen with anything. She said, "It's too bad that I've never gotten the chance to treat you to a meal." "Don't worry, we still have a lot of time." Allen was always like that, refusing to burden anyone else with his issues. "Yes, we still have a lot of time," Stella repeated after him. ...... Stella shut herself in the library for the next few days. After grading all the papers, she asked Elvis to send them to Anthony. She was also done writing all her messages on the postcards. Not only did she w
As Elvis was driving, he couldn't but help notice how quiet Stella was. It was as though she had no more life in her. "Mrs. Milton, Yvonne Harington is being too much. She's sobbing on the Internet and claiming that she's a victim. I didn't expect the Harington family to turn against each other. It's so terrifying. However, in order to protect Eli, the President has shown a document that stated that their marriage was just on paper. Four years later, their marriage would no longer be valid, but Yvonne kept denying it. By the way, they revealed that the person impersonating Natasha was a man. That man was Yvonne's former doctor, and also her first love. It seemed that she had an affair with him. This entire situation is more dramatic than a novel. The Harington family is ruined this time. Both Yvonne and Natasha have also fled from the President's Mansion. God knows where they are now," Elvis told her the latest news without stopping to take a breath. Stel
She didn't cry or fuss about it all this while, instead, she was very calm. She did everything quietly as usual. He thought she had let it go. Bellamy picked up his phone and quickly called his men. All their phones were switched off. "The signal transmitter on the deserted island needs to be turned on to have a signal. If it isn't, there'll be no signal there," Elvis reminded. "Arrange a speedboat to get me on that island immediately," Bellamy said anxiously... ...... Even though the ship was on autopilot, Stella increased its speed. She didn't want to drag it on any longer. After composing herself, she shut her eyes and lay on the bed. To tell the truth, she wasn't tired at all. She was about to go to sleep forever, so there wasn't a need for her to take a nap. However, what could she do if she were to stay awake? So she decided it was better to go to sleep. Time passed by slowly. In the middle of the night
Stella's face was covered with shock when she saw Jasper on Bellamy's phone screen. Her hands trembled as she took Bellamy's phone and fixed her gaze on Jasper, who was lying on a hospital bed. He was much thinner than before, and it looked as though he had no flesh on his face. His jaw was extremely sharp and he looked like he was in a deep sleep. The doctor who was taking care of Jasper had done a good job. The beard on Jasper's face had been shaved neatly. Her eyes turned red as she looked at Jasper, but she still couldn't bear to move her eyes away from him. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "His condition is constantly fluctuating. What would you do if I were to tell you about him and he eventually died?" Bellamy said in a low voice as he stared longingly at Stella. This girl had walked into his heart a long time ago, but he never stood a chance with her. It seemed as though he had lost her already. Perhaps, the only thing he could do was give t
She was looking forward to reuniting with Jasper, and all sorts of emotions were running through her mind. She was nervous, yet happy, but there was also a slight hint of sadness. However, she was happy as long as he was alive. She kept counting down the minutes until they would reunite. Every minute felt like a year. "Are we there yet?" "Are we there yet?" "Are we there yet?" After asking the same question about twelve times, the car finally stopped in the middle of an empty grassland. Stella looked around. Confused, she asked, "Why did we stop?" Suddenly, the ground beneath them began to descend. After going about seven feet into the ground, the car continued driving forward. "We've already entered the base. We should be there in about three minutes," Bellamy explained. Stella took a deep breath nervously and looked ahead. Bellamy looked at her slowly. There was still a foolish longing for her in his heart. Perh
"Yes, it's all the way inside," Skye replied. Stella left the room and walked towards the kitchen. There was someone preparing breakfast inside. She grabbed a pot and added a lot of water inside. She then took a few fresh tomatoes and onions from the pantry. "We have prepared your breakfast," Skye informed. "But you didn't prepare my husband's," Stella said firmly. "Mr. Milton has the IV drip. It has sufficient nutrients for him," Skye explained. "His brain is damaged, but his other organs still work. If he doesn't eat proper food, then the other parts of his body will deteriorate," Stella said as she chopped up the onions and poured them into the pot. "Let me remind you that if he eats, he will defecate," Skye warned. "I know, and that's up to me. He's my husband, and I'll take care of him. Plus, I was also a doctor before. Don't worry," Stella said firmly. Instead of arguing with her, Skye sneaked out and reported this to Be