After her class ended, Stella’s body was covered in sweat. Having just changed into a fresh set of clothes, she exited the changing room when she saw some parents gathering outside, talking about something. Stella did not have the habit of poking her nose into other people’s business. She walked alone to the other side to fill up her thermal flask. She walked out along the corridor while sipping on her water and saw the group of parents dispersing slightly. She stopped in her tracks upon recognizing someone familiar. Guinevere? What was she doing here? Guinevere spotted Stella almost immediately, despite being separated by the crowd of parents. Her smile slowly faded, but she remained calm and composed as she looked at Stella and gave her a slight nod. “Ella,” She called out to her, stood up, and walked over. Those parents looked at Guinevere, then back at Stella before whispering in hushed tones, especially those teachers in the training center who were gawking at St
“You said it yourself—it’s just a woman who looks very much like me. There are so many people in the world who look like me. Must I care about every single one?” Guinevere’s brows furrowed, clearly, not used to dealing with such a sharp-tongued Stella. “You’re right.” Stella put down her coffee cup and boldly surveyed Guinevere. Guinevere, the famous celebrity, indeed. She was always so impeccably dressed and eye-catching, never allowing anyone else to steal the attention away from her. Guinevere wasn’t very pleased with the way that Stella was staring at her. The Ella now was indeed very different from the Stella then. She realized that she would still subconsciously compare Ella with Stella. Guinevere clenched her fists. Suddenly, she opened her mouth, “Actually, I specially came over today to chat with you regarding Stella Sealey.” “Ms. Cohen, what makes you think that I’ll be interested to listen about it?” “Listening to gossip is something that everyone likes to
Guinevere did not take Stella’s words to heart. She smiled and said, “I know that the woman was heartbroken, but she would hurt deeper the more she remains obsessed with a man like Weston. “I was very clear that the longer things dragged out, the greater harm it would bring her. That was why I tried to settle the entire issue as quickly as possible. What I didn’t expect was for that woman to be so reluctant to let go. Afterward, I was kidnapped together with her, and the kidnappers were only willing to let one of us go. Weston decided to choose me, and that woman decided to jump down from the building as revenge on Weston… “But it was not Weston’s fault, and revenge was unsuccessful.” A glint flashed past the depths of Stella’s eyes, but she did not say anything further. Guinevere’s gaze landed on her belly. “I was about to give birth. I am of the rare Hh blood group and can only have one child in my whole life. Weston holds the child in high regard and could not afford to sp
Guinevere saw the subtle change in Stella’s expression, and she gradually straightened herself up, “Ella…” Stella composed herself, hiding all traces of emotions from her face. She rested her chin on her hands and asked pensively, “Ms. Cohen, why are you sharing all these with me?” Guinevere’s chest that had tightened upon seeing the expression on Stella’s face just now relaxed. This Ella always gave a strange vibe, and she couldn’t help but associate her with Stella. Now that she observed her reaction towards her words, she looked like she genuinely did not care about what happened to Stella…was she really not Stella? Guinevere opened her mouth, “Pardon me, it must be because I think you look so much like her that I couldn’t help but share a little more…” “There’s no point sharing so much with me. I’m not her.” Stella cut her off, “Also, I’m not so close to you, Ms. Cohen. Not everyone throws themselves at every famous celebrity they come across and clamor to hear such m
The look in his eyes was terrifying. With the restricted space in the car, Stella could feel the chill in her bones. She looked coldly at the man before her, and whatever remnant of past affection she had for him instantly vanished. “I said, can you please stop… mm!” Before she could repeat her entire sentence, Weston pressed his fingers against her lips. His body hovered over hers, almost covering her entire body. There was a split second where he almost wanted to cover her mouth with his when he heard the words he hated. Yet, he decided against that and simply put his fingers to her lips with a dark look in his eyes. “Stella Sealey, don’t anger me.” Their gazes locked. Stella couldn’t help but tremble. She clenched her fists, her guard clearly up. Weston remained in the position for a long time and, as if suddenly losing interest, he sat up straight and said, “Sit tight.” After what had happened, Stella knew how unpleasant this man’s temperament was.She didn’t w
“You could have rejected her invitation.” “Even if I did, she would be able to find another way to probe me,” Stella said mockingly, “Mr. Ford, you’re very similar to her. You should be aware of how people like you and Ms. Cohen behave. Even though I refuse to meet with you, I find myself in your car against my will.” Free will was a false notion given the difference in their status. It was a pity that Stella only understood this cruel reality after paying a hefty price. The car stopped in a suburban neighborhood. It was a relatively deserted place, with no cars in sight even after a long period. Weston flicked the ashes of his cigarette as smoke wrapped around his fingers. The deep, dark lines along his side profile looked even more mysterious under the smoke. Stella waited for a long while, but he never opened his mouth.She unfastened her seatbelt. “Mr. Ford, what exactly do you want?” “Keep away from Gwen.” The four words sliced through her heart like a knife.
Now, she had a temperament that contrasted starkly with that of the past. Weston knew that clearly, but he did not want her to get used to behaving like this. He could only accept people obeying his orders. He still preferred how submissive she used to be. “I repeat: Get in the car.” The silvery black luxury car inched forward alongside the lone woman walking on the road. Weston followed right next to her, staring straight ahead without looking at her, “Stella Sealey, don’t be a fool.” He gave an ultimatum, “There are no taxis for hire around. Do you intend to just walk home?” Stella slowed down in her steps and looked at him, “So what? What does it have to do with you?” Upon her words, an engine revving rang into the night sky. Weston stepped on the accelerator and sped off without a word. In the wake of the smell of burnt rubber and flying dust, Stella was stunned for a moment by the car that left so suddenly, then she chuckled self-derisively. Weston Ford was t
The woman yelled out curses as the car receded into the distance. Stella looked away. She was about to leave when she heard the woman shouting at her.“Hey! What’s your name?”Stella paused her steps. She turned around and looked at the woman but said nothing.“Why are you all alone in such a place?” the woman continued, not minding that Stella didn’t answer her question. “Hmph! I bet you got dumped by a scumbag just like me, didn’t you?”Stella raised her brows. The woman wasn’t wrong… She shrugged wearily.“Do you want to walk home together?” Stella asked.“No,” the woman shook her head. “It’s your lucky day. I just called someone to pick me up. You can come along with us.”Stella gave it a good thought before she finally agreed.“Thank you,” she said earnestly.“Oh, don’t worry about it. We’re in the same boat, after all! Remember this, my friend. Let’s never get involved with scumbags, ever again!”“Yes,” Stella laughed. “I agree!”Meanwhile, in the car on the road ahead