"I know. It's already very late, let's sleep," Jasper said softly. Stella smiled and responded, "Alright." ...... She couldn't get a proper night's sleep as her mind was clouded with thoughts. She was terrified that he would leave suddenly or something would happen to him. She woke up often at night, only to fall into slumber again upon registering that he was still by her side. In the morning, she was roused by the sound of him getting up. She sat up and looked at him. "Morning." Jasper's skin was so pale that it was near translucent. He nodded his head in response and dashed into the washroom. She heard him turning on the faucet quickly and the sound of water flowing. Stella couldn't stop herself from trembling from head to toe. She felt a griping pain in her heart, but she dare not look because she was afraid that the scene would give her a mental breakdown. However, she feared that something might have already happened to Jasper in her ab
"I've discussed with him after giving the idea some thought. I feel that you shouldn't be responsible for this matter. Only Jasper could escape unscathed after handing over the biological weapons," Bellamy said in a low voice. "How will he escape unscathed? Will those people let him go as long as he hands over the biological weapons? No way," Stella was anxious. "I'll do my best to protect him." "If you want to protect him, why did you let him go alone? Do you know the risks associated? Back then, Boris escaped right out of their hand. There is no way they will allow Jasper to escape from them so easily this time. Do you want to see him die? Compared to letting him die in this mission, I would rather stay by his side for another year and watch him die due to his illness! Bellamy, why did you reveal our plans to him? Why did you tell him although we have agreed to keep it a secret? Why are you doing this?" Stella was extremely upset. "Stella, b
"He won't return. Am I right?" Stella asked softly. "Jasper knew what he wanted ever since he was a child and he will achieve it on his own accord. He didn't need to work so hard. With help from his father, life would have been much easier, but he refused. He started from a soldier in the special forces and became a general without any help," Suzi replied. "He is a headstrong person who only listens to himself regardless of what others think, whether it's right or wrong. He treats his family and his lover the same. He feels that he is responsible for his friends, the military base, the country, and even the world. However, he owes his family and lover," Stella snapped. "Perhaps to him, those he loves are all part of him." "So we deserve to suffer when he leaves us?" Stella's eyes turned red again. It was bloodshot red. Suzi held Stella's hand. "I understand your rage. You waited for him for so long. He left because he didn't want you to worry."
She would rather end her life than die of insanity like her mother. However, she would still be left with nothing, even if everything ended. There was no love in this chase, no destination in mind... Perhaps, the best solution would be to hypnotize herself. She succeeded once, so she should be able to perform it a second time. She wished to forget about Jasper and everything related to him, including Sandro through the hypnotism. Only by ending the source of her agony could she be no longer in distress. Anthea realized that something was off with Stella and she brought Sandro to play in the room. She stared at the clock on the wall as time passed. She remained motionless like a sculpture, ignoring her surrounding completely. Seeing Stella's anguish made Suzi worried. She approached Stella again and said, "Don't wait anymore. It's almost noon. You didn't eat anything since the day before and you were awake the entire night. Your bod
Suzi knew that both Stella and Jasper were of the same kind. It was useless for others to intervene in their decisions. They were more rational and intelligent than anyone else. They could foresee how the event would unravel and view the current situation from a different perspective. She entered Stella's room and reminded her, "After you leave, remember to take care of yourself. Nothing is more important than your health." "Mom, you must take care of yourself as well," Stella responded sincerely. "I will take good care of Sandro. Don't worry. When you are tired of wandering, you can return anytime. I will wait for you," With her eyes red, Suzi turned her face away. She wiped her tears and left Stella's room. Stella shifted her gaze to the door and tears coursed down her cheeks. She would never return. Even if Jasper came back alive, she would never return. She was exhausted. The relationship had drained all of her energy, even her will.
"Miss Grace, will you be able to stay happy every day?" a reporter asked. Stella smiled, "Of course not. I will be annoyed when I realize I did not bring an umbrella when it started raining. I will also be under pressure when the patient's family fails to understand my efforts. I will feel unwell when I catch a cold, and furious when someone deceives me. I will feel gloomy when I don't get to eat and I will be in distress if the person I love rejected me. Humans can experience many emotional changes in a day, but as long as we know how to control our emotions and regain our rationality, we can embrace happiness easily. As long as there is a possible solution to a problem, then there isn't any reason to be anxious." "What if there's no solution to the problem?" "Good question. If we fail to resolve an issue and it can't be solved by any means, giving up will be the preferred option. As long as you are willing to let it go, you will gain something new as gains and sacri
"Did he pay by using the mobile app or by cash?" Stella asked. If he did not pay in cash, she would be able to return the money. She was not used to strangers paying for her meal. "It was paid by cash. He is a very handsome man. He sat near you and covered you with a blanket while you were asleep. He's also from A Country," The waitress said admirably. Stella raised a smile. It seemed that she would not be able to return the money. Meeting a compatriot who showed kindness and compassion without expecting anything in return in a foreign country was heartwarming. She liked this warm feeling. "Thank you." Stella picked up her bag and left. Her phone rang once she stepped out of the café. It was the Police Commissioner. She answered the call. "Miss Grace, I'm Vann. Are you free now?" the Police Commissioner asked politely. Stella had cooperated with the police station several times before, hence she knew that they must have something regarding th
Stella got nervous. She took out a self-defense baton and turned a corner quickly. Leaning against the wall, she listened to the footsteps approaching quietly. One, two, three. Stella suddenly walked out of the corner and looked fearlessly at the person who was following her. She frowned and said, "It's you? Why are you following me?" "That..." It was Edwin, and he was caught red-handed. He lowered his head awkwardly, not daring to look at Stella directly. Stella furrowed her brows. She could tell that he was not attempting to hurt her. Edwin mustered his courage. "I admire you very much. I've heard many things about you. I didn't mean to follow you. I just wanted to escort you home and leave after that." Looking at the young man, Stella's lips curved slightly and she said in reply, "Thank you, Edwin. It's very considerate of you. Where do you live?" "I live in..." Edwin looked behind him and continued, "I live with my parents now. I plan to mo