Guinevere was still in turmoil.โWhat if I told you that I insist on having you here with me?โWeston swept a cool glance at her and said, โNo one can force me to do anything.โHe then turned around and walked out the door.โFrom now on,โ he added, โyou can stay here whenever you like. You donโt have to ask for my permission. The keys are near the entrance door. I will change the ownership of this apartment and put it under your name.โHe then closed the door behind him and left.It was a thick door, but the sound of Guinevereโs piercing scream could still be heard outside.Guinevere collapsed on the living room floor. She kneeled there and screamed her lungs out while pulling on her hair. She had tried so hard for so long to be let into this apartment, yet now that she finally had her wish, it turned out to be an empty, meaningless victory. It was as if fate was mocking her.It was now about half past three in the morning, but Stella still couldnโt fall asleep.Every time she
The thunderclap jolted her awake from the daze.Stella recoiled, and her body shivered violently. She tossed the pillow across the room, and it landed on the floor. She looked at Weston. Seeing that he was still sleeping, as if completely unaware of what just happened, she climbed out of bed to pick up the pillow and placed it where it belonged.She shrank away from Weston completely, aghast of what she was doing just now.She was trying to kill Weston.Her whole body quivered at that realization. She dreaded to think what would have happened had she succeeded in her attempt. Weston was a powerful and influential man. If someone of his stature was to be found dead in her bed, there was no way that she would be able to get away with it. There would be nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Even her brother might be implicated too.Stella was inundated by a sense of remorse and regret.She felt remorseful for the horrendous act that she almost committed. At the same time, she regretted
It rained so heavily last night that when dawn broke, the whole world seemed to have changed.Stella did not get a good nightโs sleep at all, but she still woke up very early that morning. She tried to stretch her body but found herself tightly enveloped by a scorching warmth.As her mind was still muddled by slumber, she was stunned and confused by this, but she soon realized that the source of that warmth was the man beside her. Westonโs body had always been naturally warmer than hers. Everytime he held her in his arms, she felt as if she was leaning against the fireplace. But the heat was a little higher than usual today.Stella opened her eyes and leaned over to place her hand on Westonโs forehead. The heat almost scalded her skin. She frowned.Was he running a fever?Weston was awakened by Stellaโs touch.โWhat time is it?โ he asked, his voice hoarse and his brows knitted.โEight in the morning,โ she replied, noticing that his voice was huskier than usual, besides also
If it meant that Stella would treat him more tenderly, Weston thought, then perhaps risking his life last night was worth it after all.โIโm not sick,โ he insisted once more. โDonโt worry about me.โโWhoโs worried about you?โ Stella refuted. โI was simply worried that youโd spread your cold to me, thatโs all!โโIf I really wanted to, then I wouldnโt just be talking to you right now, would I?โStella quickly caught his drift. She glared at him but said nothing, getting up to get Westonโs notebook.Once she was gone, Weston leaned back against the headboard and rested a little. Then he picked up his phone and checked his emails before putting it aside again. Soon he saw Stella returning to the room with his notebook in one hand and holding her mobile phone up to her ear with the other hand.โOkayโฆโ she was saying. โI understand. Iโll wait till the crew sorts out everything, then. Mm-hmm. Okay, Iโll take my time and study the script on my own for the time beingโฆโShe was probably
Stella was taken aback, having never seen Weston looking like that. In the past, his rare bouts of illness would merely inflict slight colds upon him that would go away the next day. During their marriage, Stella had only ever seen him get sick once, but just that once was enough to make her feel as if the sky had fallen on her. She stayed by his side and waited on him hand and foot. She wouldโve chosen sickness in his place if she could. Her mind was so fully occupied by him that she couldnโt do anything else, except take care of him.Westonโs expressions changed slightly. He seemed to be remembering the same thing too.โPlease stay by my side, okay?โ he begged.It was not at all like Weston to have those imploring eyes.โIโฆโ Stella wavered. โIโll call for Joan to take care of you.โAs soon as she finished her sentence, she saw the light in Westonโs eyes diminish. He closed his eyes and then in a jiffy, his old distant and aloof personality returned.โOkay,โ he answered her
Stella knew all her lines by heart, but she decided to go through it one more time.Unsure about some of actingโs technical aspects, she searched the internet and watched some videos and rehearsed her lines again. Only after doing that for a few more times was she finally satisfied.After a while, she was interrupted by the sound of knocking on the door.โMiss Steele,โ Joan called. โMr. Ford is asking for you.โStella frowned and looked at the time. To her surprise, two hours had gone by without her noticing it.โOkay,โ she nodded to Joan before getting up and leaving the study.โCould you bring this in with you too?โ Joan asked, referring to the tray in her hands that contained freshly-made lunch for Weston.Stella paused, then took the tray.โOkay, leave it to me. You can go for your break now.โโThank you, Miss Steele.โJoan was a talented cook. She had made Weston a bowl of light soup, and though it looked plain and unassuming, Stella caught a whiff of it and thought it s
โDonโt be ridiculous,โ Stella replied, her expressions unchanged. โJoanโs a professional. Of course her cooking is better than mine!โWeston could sense that she didnโt want to talk about this any further, so he said, โIโm glad you like Joanโs cooking.โโOh, yeah!โ she echoed, not hesitating to heap praise upon Joan. โShe really is an incredible cook!โStella had always loved piquant and savory food, but her stomach would start to churn if she ate too much spicy food. She typically avoided it if she could, especially now after her miscarriage, where she had basically lost all interest in food and ate just to stay alive.Seeing that Stella was happily enjoying the soup, Weston gently caressed her cheek with his fingers and teased, โHey, Iโm the patient here. Shouldnโt you be feeding me?โโThere arenโt any rules about patients needing to be fed!โ she disputed. โYou only have a cold! Your hands are perfectly fine! Feed yourself!โIt was clear that Stella had no desire to feed him, b
Stella shut the door behind her. The flush of red on her cheeks vanished instantly.Now, only cold indifference remained on her face.โฆ It was now early evening. While Weston had been busy working in the bedroom, Stella herself had been poring over the script for hours. Now devoted to the art of acting, she was well aware that she had neither formal training nor any experience to speak of, so she had to rely on hard work and determination to build up her skills.Bradley Lane once told her that she possessed a unique aura. Stella didnโt quite understand what he meant, but she did notice that while acting, she found it very easy to get into character and completely empathize with the character she was playing. She had gone through the scripts so many times now that she felt as if she truly inhabited that world.She closed the script and sighed softly.Her character had noticed that everyone was paying more attention to the heroine. At first, she told herself that it was unders
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.โAre you okay?โ 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, โWho am I, Stella?โBut Stellaโs mind was occupied with her primal urges. She ignored his question and grabbed his shirt collar, saying, โLetโs do itโฆโ The sight of her filled Weston with a desire to just give
Weston paused, then simply replied, โOkay.โWhen he saw her changing into a pair of high heels, he followed her around and asked, โWhere are you going?โโOh, to a private concert.โThen she added, โIf youโre going to spend the night here tonight, then please take care of Elias and Emma. But if you have to leave, Iโll ask Roger to come over instead.โโDonโt worry,โ he said. โJust go out and enjoy yourself. Iโll be at home and take good care of the kids.โStella 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
Stellaโs 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. โI have no intention to stand in your way,โ he told Stella. โI was only worried about Elias and Emma. Since theyโre also here, I think you need to take their feelings into consideration.โThe 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, โIโm only here to see the kids, so both of you can go ahead with your date.โStella said nothing and just took Haydenโs hand and left.When they got downstairs, Hayden glanced at her and asked, โAre you sure you want to just leave him like that?โโI donโt know,โ Stella massaged the point between her brows. โIโm not sure wh
Hayden Quirk arrived half an hour earlier than Stella did on their first date.โYouโre much earlier than I expected,โ 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.โThe traffic is terrible today,โ she said.โDonโt worry about it,โ Hayden said, handing her the menu. โMr. Ford expected me to wait for you for at least an hour.โโI seriously donโt know what you guys are up to,โ she grumbled, exasperated, โbut I hope it will at least be over soon. Just donโt drag it out and cause me any trouble.โShe 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.โDid you think this is all just a joke?โ he asked.โWhat else could it be?โโI am serious about this,โ he told her, his voice suddenly turning grave. โSince even Mr. Ford agreed that we s
Weston raised his eyebrows at Benโs words. โBut heโs divorced. He has an ex-wife.โโWhatโs wrong with having an ex-wife?โBen found Westonโs comment strange. โThis 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. Itโs normal that a man like him has been married beforeโฆ Besides, hasnโt Ms. Sealey been married before herself? She even has two children.โWestonโs expression turned cold at once. โAre you discriminating against her?โโIโm not.โWeston said, โOr do you think she can only find a divorced man for her second marriage?โBen panicked. โI wouldnโt dare!โWith Westonโs ridiculous amount of nitpicking, they could find no one that would match Stella.Hayden sat beside and quietly reviewed Westonโs latest psychological health report. As he turned the page, he suddenly said, โIโm actually a little interested in Ms. Sealey.โHayden 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, โDonโt be angry. That man is unreliable.โStella propped her chin in her palm. โAnd what does that have to do with you?โWeston pursed his lips, setting his jaw in a tight line. He said, โIโve promised to stop pestering you. Itโll be a promise. Iโm fine with seeing you with another man, but at least find someone who makes me feel at ease.โโWhy do I need your approval when Iโm just looking for a date?โ Stella found his words funny. โYouโre just my ex-husband. Donโt you think you care too much?โWeston rubbed his brow, and his voice suddenly went cold. โIf you donโt want me to keep pestering you like I just did, maybe you should listen to me.โStella questioned, โAre you threatening me?โโNo. Iโm suggesting.โStella 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 Westonโs sudden appearance. He took a step back and quickly steadied himself before greeting Weston, โMr. Ford.โHe still had the same calm and gentle look. โIโm sending Miss Cicily back.โโI know. Donโt ever show up in front of her again,โ Weston told him. โYou donโt have to send her back. Stay away from her.โIt would be a little inappropriate for the man to act a fool at Westonโs straightforwardness, so he tugged at his collar and asked Weston with a polite smile, โMr. Ford, you should give me a reason, shouldnโt you? Iโm having a good time with Miss Cicily.โโYouโre the one who thinks sheโs 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, โIโm sure Roger has already told you about my situation.โโI know.โThe man looked at her gently and set the coffee in front of her. He said to her, โIโm very interested in you. I think weโre 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