Weston stood up and turned around to see Stella getting out of the car and walking toward him with a strange look on her face. She appeared so suddenly and quietly. “Why aren’t you getting into the car?” Stella had wanted to leave the hospital when she first received his text, but she decided against it and went to the car to wait for Weston. She knew that Weston wouldn’t let her go when they returned to the mansion. She subconsciously grabbed her bag tight, and the thought of the pill inside gave her a sense of security. Weston didn’t pay attention to her subtle movement and simply locked his eyes on her. “I was smoking.” His Adam’s apple moved as he asked her, “Why did you get out of the car?” Stella didn’t reply to his questions but asked rhetorically, “Isn’t Guinevere in the hospital? Why did you come out and not keep her company?” It sounded more like a confrontation or a reminder rather than an actual question. Weston’s eyes were dark as his lips pursed a tigh
Stella’s eyes narrowed, guarding herself against sinking into his trap. “Why didn’t you stay back in the hospital and keep Guinevere company?” The moment she spoke, she felt the pressure on his hand lifting from her body. The atmosphere that barely managed to warm up turned icy once again. The bathroom was still steaming with the heat of the water, but it felt as cold as a freezer. The thorn still lay between them. In fact, it sank deeper with every minute. As much as they tried to disregard it, the thorn refused to disappear, and they were constantly wounded by it. It became a gap between them that they were unable to fuse. Weston switched off the tap, and the hot water stopped pouring out. He lifted Stella’s chin, “Do you really hope I’ll keep her company at the hospital?” Stella looked straight into his eyes, “I just think it’s more suitable for you to stay by her side.” A storm was brewing in his eyes, and his aura overwhelmed Stella. There wasn’t much space in th
Dim lights hung from the ceiling above them. It was as though a web of fear shrouded them, suffocating every inch of Stella’s body. The kiss he was giving her reminded her of that day on the balcony. Weston stood right before her, his handsome face uttering such cruel words. He said that he chose Guinevere. His reason was that Guinevere feared heights, which meant he wanted her to die in the hands of the violent and wicked kidnappers. Stella vividly remembered the hopelessness she was drowning in at that point. She remembered the feeling of the warm blood flowing from her body after she jumped from the building. She saw herself losing the child she had treasured more than anything else. The life that she humbly received from Weston was reduced to a pool of blood. That was her only child in her entire life. She was unable to protect her family and unable to save her only child. “My baby… I’m sorry…” “I’m sorry…” Stella shut her eyes as tears streamed down her
Cough, cough… The black liquid dripped from the corner of her mouth onto her collarbone, a stark contrast to her pale face. Weston grabbed some napkins and wiped her mouth, coaxing tenderly into her ear. “Be good, take some medicine so you’ll feel better, all right?” He wasn’t sure whether Stella heard his words, but she simply hummed in response and turned her face away. Weston fed her another spoonful. Stella’s brows furrowed tightly in a sign of protest. Before she could swallow the medicine, she coughed persistently as if she had choked. Cough, cough, cough… Weston placed the bowl on the bedside table and patted her back gently. “Slow down.” A moment later, Stella recovered herself but remained semi-conscious. She shut her eyes and fell back asleep. Weston looked at her weak state and sighed helplessly. “You really do know how to torture someone.” Stella wasn’t completely knocked out and could hear what he said. She was caught in between a state of alertne
Before they were divorced and were still in a good relationship, Stella always couldn’t help but praise him for his beautiful eyes. Both of them were uninhabited at that time, and they were truly immersed in their rawest of emotions. Stella would always stare into his eyes, immersing and losing herself in the depths of his eyes. But what Stella didn’t know was that her eyes were equally stunning. Despite seeing countless beauties in his time, Weston couldn’t deny that she had a stunning pair of eyes. “What happened to me?” Stella coughed and asked. Weston snapped back to attention and sat down next to her. “You caught a cold, and you’re running a high fever now. Lie back down.” Stella shook her head. “I didn’t mean that…” She looked straight into Weston’s eyes. “What were you doing just now?” He felt uneasy under her stare, a feeling that felt foreign to him. However, he remained calm as he replied, “Feeding you medicine.” Stella pursed her lips as if not believing
With that, he took out the thermometer, threw the sheets open, and stuck it under Stella’s armpit without any warning. Stella felt the chill and struggled instinctively. Weston pressed her arm down. “Don’t move. We’ll need to do this again if the measurement is inaccurate.” When Stella was still in a daze from her fever, he had to take her temperature so many times. “Why don’t you just use a thermometer gun?” Stella asked. The moment she asked that, a thought came to mind, and she kept quiet. Weston glanced at her. “You remember?” Stella kept silent and scrunched her nose. When Weston was sick previously, she tried to use the thermometer gun to take his temperature but ended up breaking it because she didn’t know how to use it. Joan probably hadn’t found the time to buy a new one. A moment’s silence later, Weston looked at the time. “All right, it’s done.” He parted the sheets again to retrieve the thermometer. However, Stella immediately said, “I’ll do it mys
Her thoughts were still all over the place when Weston said, “You still have a mild fever.” He kept the thermometer away. “The family doctor will be here later.” “There’s no need to go to such trouble.” Stella furrowed her brows. “I’m fine now.” She looked at the clock and noticed that it was in the wee hours of the morning. If the family doctor were to come, Joan probably wouldn’t have much time to rest. “Let’s not bother others…” “Have you ever considered the fact that they might be very happy to be bothered?” Weston lifted his hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. “If they weren’t bothered, the family doctor wouldn’t have a reason to exist, and I wouldn’t need to hire Joan at such a high salary. They’d be out of a job if you don’t have any needs.” His words rendered Stella speechless. Perhaps she was still not completely alert yet because of her mile fever. She pulled the sheets high up and wriggled in. “I want to sleep and don’t want to see anyone else…” His
The arches of Stella’s petite feet curved in a gentle slope. The feeling of her legs on his knees brought a subtle, inexplicable feeling to her. Somehow, the action felt rather suggestive to her. Perhaps because a woman exposing her feet had always been regarded as an act of intimacy, emphasized further by the stark contrast between his dark suit trousers and her fair skin. Stella suddenly felt uneasy and instinctively wanted to pull her legs back. Weston grabbed her ankles and furrowed his brows. “Behave yourself,” he warned. Stella’s face flushed a bright red. Weston would always warn her with those words at times like this. Somehow, after he said it, the air between them changed. Weston looked calmly at her until it made her cheeks flush bright red. He asked, “Is your temperature rising again?” Stella was sure he’d done that on purpose. “That’s quite enough… you’ve applied enough ointment…” She pulled her leg back as she exclaimed. Weston immediately grabbed
Stella had rarely ever woken up before him.He had always been terrifyingly strong, but their lovemaking last night must have consumed a lot of his energy, leaving him so tired that he was still sound asleep.She stared at him and suddenly felt like doing something naughty. She pinched his nose and held her fingers there, trying to suffocate him. Unsurprisingly, he soon knitted his handsome brows and quickly woke up.He was surprised to see her mesmerizing eyes as soon as he woke up, which made him pause. He then took her hand into his and kissed it again and again.“Are you okay?” he asked with concern, remembering how wildly he ravaged her last night.She had only been willing to be intimate with him because she was under the influence of a drug, yet he had taken advantage of her and had his way with her over and over again last night.Stella did not speak. Seeing her like that made his expressions turn a little colder. He fell silent for a long time before he got up and sl
The moment Stella saw him, she flew into his arms and clambered onto his body. She kissed him again and again, trying to search for his breath so she could explore his body even deeper. All she wanted was to let him extinguish the fire burning inside her.Half an hour had passed, and the effect of the drug on her body was its strongest now.Weston swallowed his saliva. Without any hesitation, he pinned her against the bathroom mirror and kissed her vehemently on her face, her shoulders, then her neck.Stella could not stop herself from letting out loud moans. The sounds she produced only drove Weston wilder. Even the corners of his eyes began to turn red now.Luckily, there was still a thread of reason in his mind. He pushed her away and, while panting heavily, asked her, “Who am I, Stella?”But Stella’s mind was occupied with her primal urges. She ignored his question and grabbed his shirt collar, saying, “Let’s do it…” The sight of her filled Weston with a desire to just give
Weston paused, then simply replied, “Okay.”When he saw her changing into a pair of high heels, he followed her around and asked, “Where are you going?”“Oh, to a private concert.”Then she added, “If you’re going to spend the night here tonight, then please take care of Elias and Emma. But if you have to leave, I’ll ask Roger to come over instead.”“Don’t worry,” he said. “Just go out and enjoy yourself. I’ll be at home and take good care of the kids.”Stella paused suddenly, feeling inexplicably weird about what Weston had just said. It sounded like she was forcing him to stay at home and take care of the kids while she went out to have fun without a care in the world. She turned around to look at Weston, feeling like he was acting like a poor neglected housewife.She shook her head and tried to shake this terrifying thought out of her mind.When they arrived at the concert, Hayden offered his arm to her like a gentleman. They then walked into the private concert together, w
Stella’s words rendered Weston speechless. She was right. He had been the one to agree to let Stella date other people, so he must seem like a fool saying all those things to her.He withdrew his hands and forced himself to calm down a little. “I have no intention to stand in your way,” he told Stella. “I was only worried about Elias and Emma. Since they’re also here, I think you need to take their feelings into consideration.”The children could sense the strained atmosphere between the adults, so they just waited patiently on the couch with Roger, occasionally poking their heads out to look at their parents.Seeing his kids like that, Weston slowly added, “I’m only here to see the kids, so both of you can go ahead with your date.”Stella said nothing and just took Hayden’s hand and left.When they got downstairs, Hayden glanced at her and asked, “Are you sure you want to just leave him like that?”“I don’t know,” Stella massaged the point between her brows. “I’m not sure wh
Hayden Quirk arrived half an hour earlier than Stella did on their first date.“You’re much earlier than I expected,” he joked as Stella walked in.Stella was actually on time, but she still felt a little guilty when she saw him already waiting for her when she arrived.“The traffic is terrible today,” she said.“Don’t worry about it,” Hayden said, handing her the menu. “Mr. Ford expected me to wait for you for at least an hour.”“I seriously don’t know what you guys are up to,” she grumbled, exasperated, “but I hope it will at least be over soon. Just don’t drag it out and cause me any trouble.”She ordered a few dishes, then handed the menu back to him. Hayden took it from her, ordered a few more signature dishes that the restaurant was popular for, then looked at Stella with a faint smile.“Did you think this is all just a joke?” he asked.“What else could it be?”“I am serious about this,” he told her, his voice suddenly turning grave. “Since even Mr. Ford agreed that we s
Weston raised his eyebrows at Ben’s words. “But he’s divorced. He has an ex-wife.”“What’s wrong with having an ex-wife?”Ben found Weston’s comment strange. “This man has good qualities. Upon investigation, he has a very good personality too. He was an active member during college. He also has an amazingly beautiful resume. It’s normal that a man like him has been married before… Besides, hasn’t Ms. Sealey been married before herself? She even has two children.”Weston’s expression turned cold at once. “Are you discriminating against her?”“I’m not.”Weston said, “Or do you think she can only find a divorced man for her second marriage?”Ben panicked. “I wouldn’t dare!”With Weston’s ridiculous amount of nitpicking, they could find no one that would match Stella.Hayden sat beside and quietly reviewed Weston’s latest psychological health report. As he turned the page, he suddenly said, “I’m actually a little interested in Ms. Sealey.”Hayden laughed a little and turned to Wes
Stella opened her eyes and shot Weston a cold look. Then, she turned her head the other way.Weston did not touch her again. He knew she was probably angry with him, so he stayed silent.A few moments later, he reminded her, “Don’t be angry. That man is unreliable.”Stella propped her chin in her palm. “And what does that have to do with you?”Weston pursed his lips, setting his jaw in a tight line. He said, “I’ve promised to stop pestering you. It’ll be a promise. I’m fine with seeing you with another man, but at least find someone who makes me feel at ease.”“Why do I need your approval when I’m just looking for a date?” Stella found his words funny. “You’re just my ex-husband. Don’t you think you care too much?”Weston rubbed his brow, and his voice suddenly went cold. “If you don’t want me to keep pestering you like I just did, maybe you should listen to me.”Stella questioned, “Are you threatening me?”“No. I’m suggesting.”Stella was lost for words. Then, she suddenly
Stella froze for a moment when she heard the voice. When she turned around, she saw that Weston had appeared behind her at some point.Weston stared at the man behind Stella with a cold gaze and an icy aura around him. Weston had always emitted a strong aura around him. Anyone who saw him would immediately be terrified because of his intimidating aura.The man froze for a moment at Weston’s sudden appearance. He took a step back and quickly steadied himself before greeting Weston, “Mr. Ford.”He still had the same calm and gentle look. “I’m sending Miss Cicily back.”“I know. Don’t ever show up in front of her again,” Weston told him. “You don’t have to send her back. Stay away from her.”It would be a little inappropriate for the man to act a fool at Weston’s straightforwardness, so he tugged at his collar and asked Weston with a polite smile, “Mr. Ford, you should give me a reason, shouldn’t you? I’m having a good time with Miss Cicily.”“You’re the one who thinks she’s having
Stella smiled. It seemed like he had come prepared.Stella enjoyed chatting with the man. He was sincere and introduced himself properly as soon as they started chatting.The man was also a pianist and came from a scholarly family. Although not super wealthy, he was doing considerably well in the middle class. Stella would not need to worry about the quality of life with him, but that was about it. She certainly could not live a luxurious life.Stella had a good impression of him. She also talked to him a little more about piano music.Stella twirled her hair and smiled. She told him with a nice voice, “I’m sure Roger has already told you about my situation.”“I know.”The man looked at her gently and set the coffee in front of her. He said to her, “I’m very interested in you. I think we’re very suitable for each other. Our living standards nowadays have improved quite a bit. Not many look for a partner purely because of material qualities. People with emotional needs will search