Stella spoke mildly as if she had completely forgotten the conflict from last night. It seemed she just wanted to turn the page and never mention it again. Things had always been like that between them, sweeping things under the rug and pretending those issues never existed. After they were reunited, Weston had wanted to return to the way they used to interact, but he always felt a barrier with Stella. She appeared to excel in acting, but there were times that he could sense that they were simply fooling themselves. Today was a rare break for them, in which they weren’t busy with anything after breakfast. So, they decided to laze in the hall and watch television. Weston sat on the couch and folded her in his arms. Stella leaned against his chest and switched channels aimlessly, bored out of her mind. She had no idea what Weston liked and assumed he must enjoy watching financial news that she was completely uninterested in. When she flipped to a financial news channel, how
Stella was at a loss as she stared at her own reflection in his eyes. A moment later, she said self-derisively, “You’re truly forgetful. I’m of the extremely rare Hh blood group and can only have a single child my whole life. I lost that only child I ever had…” “So what?” Weston leaned closer to her. “We can always try.” She could tell that he was serious about it, and she furrowed her brows, detesting the thought. “Don’t joke about such things! I’ll never have another child in my lifetime, and I will never have the chance to be a mother!’ Agitated all of a sudden, she shoved him away. “Whatever you say or do will never change this fact!’ Her reddened eyes were filled with tears now. Stella yelled almost hysterically, “Please don’t suggest something so foolish next time! You know better than anyone else that I’ll never have my own child, and I’ll never be a mother like those women on television!” The trauma she had gone through almost took her life. She had wanted so badl
Listening to the report on the other end of the phone, his expression was inexplicable as he asked, "How is Zachary?"Weston’s sudden question stunned the housekeeper for a minute before he replied, "Zack has been doing fine these days!"The person who was on the phone was the housekeeper in the villa. He had worked in the Ford family for many years and knew all the twists and turns inside.He knew well that outsiders thought Weston and Guinevere were very affectionate, and they had a son together. But only those who worked in the Ford family knew that Weston rarely came home.Although Guinevere had a busy career, she insisted on returning home every day, as if to declare her status as Weston’s wife.She seemed to be very obsessed with the title of Mrs. Ford.The two of them were not so caring to Zachary. Guinevere was slightly better. At least she would put up an act of being close to him in front of Wendy. But Weston seldom came home and only occasionally asked about Zachary.
Weston called out her name, but she didn't respond.So, he walked in front of her and picked her up from the swing.There was a stone table in the small garden, which had been cleaned by Joan just now.He put Stella on it and trapped her between his arms. "What are you thinking about?"The man's voice was low as he leaned close to her ear and asked in a hoarse voice, "Hmm?"The hot air he exhaled caused goosebumps to rise on her skin.She shuddered for a moment, then returned to her senses instantly.The minute she raised her head, she stared into a pair of deep dark eyes.“Nothing,” she answered.Weston’s charming face was right in front of her.His face was elegantly beautiful, perhaps because he had mixed genes.Especially those eyes, they looked like God had carefully carved them.No matter from which angle, he looked unbelievably handsome.He seemed pleased by her reaction as a smile appeared on his face before he lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose. "Why
Weston raised his hand, tucked the little hair beside her cheek behind her ear, and then kissed the tip of her nose. "Don't look at me like that."Hence, Stella closed her eyes obediently. "Is this all right, then?"She was so obedient that there was no way he could be cold to her.He pressed his forehead on hers and chuckled lightly. "Why are you so smart?"As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed her again without giving her the chance to react.It was a little cold outside, and the cold breeze drifted in the pavilion.The weather was chilly because it was spring.Stella felt his changes. She knew what would happen next, and she was a little nervous.He was still biting on her lips as he asked her in a hoarse voice, "Can we?"She shut her eyes, knowing what he was asking about. She took a deep breath and nodded nervously. "Let’s go back to the bedroom first... okay?"After speaking, she buried her head in his neck, looking shy.Weston cocked his head to the side, feelin
She knew that Weston couldn't stand seeing her like this.Sure enough, the man picked her up and put her on his lap. "If you don't like it, don't do it."He kissed her forehead. "Now just lie down and enjoy, okay?"Looking at Stella’s reddened cheeks, he lowered his head and gently rubbed the tip of her nose.She opened her eyes and asked, "Can you go wash up first?"Weston looked down at her. "When did it become so difficult to serve you?"“Don’t you have OCD? Go clean up first….”“Okay.” He chuckled in a low voice....The bathroom door was closed.She let out a breath and sat up instantly before taking the medicine bottle from her bag and swallowing one.It had rained last night, and the weather outside was nice.When the light shone through the drawn curtains during the afternoon, the light in the room turned orange, with a sense of warmth.When she was put onto the bed again, she couldn't help but think about how absurd it was for them.In this matter, Weston had nev
She had originally wanted to say that she was not in pain and could continue.But seeing how Weston cared about her, she suddenly felt that it was unnecessary.If it were in the past, she would appreciate that he stopped, but now that she had taken the medicine, she would only suffer if he stopped.She didn't want to be bewitched by his gentleness, and she tried to use this unbearable torture to constantly remind herself not to be immersed in these gentle illusions.If he left one day, what would be left to her would only be a hundred times more cruel than it was now.It was rare for her to admit that she was in pain, and he seemed to enjoy it. He carried her in his arms and gently patted her back as he comforted her.He was treating her like a fragile treasure.Stella nestled in his arms, which should have been a very secure embrace, but she only felt like she was drifting.The pervasive heat gnawed at her, and the closer he got to her, the more uncomfortable she felt....A
Guinevere was in a bad mood and said impatiently, "Enough. It’s only a crooked eyebrow. I just asked you one question. Did you have to be that scared?”"No, no. I am to blame..."The makeup artist kept apologizing. "It was my mistake. I'm sorry!"Guinevere clenched her fists. "Enough is enough. Get away!"When her manager saw this, he could only go forward to comfort her. "How come you change so much whenever Ella appears? How can she compare to you? Stop comparing yourself to—""When have I compared myself with her? Why do you even think she deserves to be compared with me!"She suddenly raised her hand and slapped on the makeup table, saying, "Do all of you think that I care about Ella that much? Or is it because she stole my limelight at the banquet, so you think I'm targeting her?""Guinevere, don't say that. None of us feel that way... Besides, Ella was embarrassed at the banquet, and she didn’t steal the show. So, why would we think she can be compared with you?"Guinever
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