Weston whispered the next two words in her ear. Stella took a deep breath. Her eyelashes trembled a little. After a long silence, she finally pushed him away.“That’s enough…” she said. “Let go of me…”But Weston would not let her go. Instead, he held her even more tightly now, then lifted her up, so she raised her toes and stood on his leather shoes. Both of his hands were on her waist, and he stroked her so lustfully that it was not hard to guess exactly what was on his mind.“Is that all you ever think about?” Stella asked, trying to push him away angrily.Weston said nothing. He just leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek; then his lips lingered around her jawline for a while before he descended down to her collarbone.Stella took a deep breath and patted his shoulder before telling him, “I haven’t taken a shower yet. My whole body’s covered in sweat…”“It’s fine,” he said. “I don’t mind it at all.”He then walked towards the bedroom while still holding her tightly in hi

Stella shook her head.“I just didn’t like it, that’s all. Were you drinking last night, or did you just drink this morning?”Weston did not answer her.Stella then climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash up. When she reemerged, she glanced at him and casually told him, “I noticed that you’ve been drinking a lot lately.”“Have I?”She nodded.She then yawned and suddenly noticed a white medicine bottle on the nightstand. She squinted and frowned, then asked him, “What’s that?”She picked it up and examined it but was still clueless about what it was.“Is this yours?” she asked. “What is it for? Are you feeling unwell?”There was a hint of concern in the tone of her voice, which softened Weston’s countenance considerably. He leaned against her waist and told her, “I do feel a little unwell.”“Where?” She reached out her hand to touch his forehead and found that his body temperature was normal. Weston stroked her waist and let his breath tickle her ear.“Can’t

Stella gave Warren Ford a brief glance before telling him, “We’ve said all there is to say the last time we met. I don’t think there’s any more need for us to talk.”Warren’s eyes trembled. He looked as if he had something to say, yet he somehow couldn’t.Meanwhile, Elias and Emma could not help but poke their heads out of the car with curiosity when the old man who had been coming to see them these past few days called out their mother’s name. They had anticipated seeing their mother being happy now that she had finally come back, but for some reason, Elias sensed that something was wrong and felt the urge to get out of the car to be with his mother.But before he could get out, Roger quickly stopped him. “The adults are talking right now,” he told Elias. “You’re just a kid. You’ve got no business interrupting them.”Elias said nothing in reply, but he was perceptive enough to know that his mother was in a bad mood, which made him anxious to get out of the car.Emma sensed this

Soon afterward, Stella suddenly smelled a pleasant aroma—This time, she was sure she was not just imagining it. The aroma clearly wafted in from the direction of the kitchen. She got up from the balcony and carefully put down the tablet in her hands before heading towards the living room.As she suspected, she saw a tall figure there.Stella almost stopped breathing as she slowly tiptoed into the kitchen, only to see Weston standing there wearing an apron. There was also a pot of boiling water on the stove next to him.Weston then deftly cut up some vegetables and plopped them into the pot before covering them with a lid. He turned around and saw Stella standing there at the door, her face looking sickly and pale. He frowned, then walked up to her and touched her face with the back of his hand to check if she had a fever.“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you feeling unwell?”“Are you out of your mind?!” Stella swatted his hand away, still recovering from the shock. “How can you

“I’m not letting you go.”Weston showed a rare sign of defiance, and as he spoke, his lips brushed against her ear.Stella tried to get up by pressing her hand against his chest, only to be held even tighter by him.“Don’t leave me…” he repeated, this time with a feeble pleading voice.Stella again remembered how pitiful he looked while taking his medication, and she began to give in.Weston sensed this change in her and hugged her gently as he kissed her forehead. Then his kisses slowly moved downwards until he reached her collarbone.Stella took a deep breath. She had lost all her will to resist now and even started to undo the buttons on his shirt herself.“What are you doing?!” Weston asked after a pause.“Stop pretending,” Stella looked down at him. “Isn’t this what you want?”She then undid all his buttons, exposing his muscular chest covered in a dazzling array of scars. The sight shocked her. She realized that ever since they were separated, he must have had to suffe