Semua Bab Billionaire's Pampered Wife: Bab 221 - Bab 230

Jasper Milton frowned slightly. He put his arms around Stella's waist and pulled her close. "Can't we pretend that we're parents?" They were clearly a married couple, weren't they? If he wanted her, it was only natural. Stella Grace chuckled. "How can a student's parents be so young!" "How about a student's brother and sister-in-law, how's that?" "The address on my ID card is not far from here. It's less than an hour's journey. They probably thought something was strange since I chose to stay here instead of going back to my place." Jasper turned around and pressed Stella against the wall. "Then we should do something about it." Stella refused politely. "My wound hasn't recovered yet."  "I know a way that won't hurt you," Jasper said in a low, hoarse voice. Stella blushed up to her ears. He didn't wait for her to think it through. He picked her up, entered the room, and went straight to the bathroom. "The wound has scabb

Stella Grace was already touched that he would bring her here, and even defended her from his mother. She remembered everything he said. "She's not making things difficult for me, you are." "I don't love Bettany. I would rather be ungrateful than to let Stella down." "I won't divorce her." She remembered how, a long time ago, she had asked Jasper Milton whether he loved her or not. His answer was, "Actions speak louder than words." He had done it, it wasn't just empty promises. "I've misunderstood you before, I'm sorry," Stella apologized. "What did you misunderstand?" Jasper asked. "I saw you enter the hotel with Bettany in your arms. I stayed in the room opposite yours and watched you order some takeouts for her. It was very late when you finally left. I was in a bad mood." Stella lowered her head. When she thought of this, her heart still ached. "I carried her into the hotel because she fainted. I ordered supper for h

Did she really want her son to follow his father's path? Could an engagement without love lead to happiness? Was she really happy? No, all she could feel now was helplessness. She had given up hope on her marriage and her life long ago. Suzi Shine couldn't figure it out. She hung up the phone and went to call a doctor. She followed the doctor to the ward. The doctor opened Bettany's eyes, waking her up. She held Jasper's hand and pleaded weakly, "Don't go." The doctor looked at Jasper and said, "The patient's situation is very bad. Because she had lost a lot of blood, her blood pressure is very low. What's more, her mental state is still unstable, so please don't aggravate her." Jasper looked at Bettany. Bettany Hadley smiled. "I'm sorry for worrying you. I'm a little hungry now. What breakfast have you and your wife brought? I want to eat now, can I?" Jasper Milton untied the plastic bag, opened the boxes of food, and handed

Nelly Spears suddenly perked up. "Are you talking about Brittney?" "I don't know for sure, but some of them might be your enemy. There will definitely be haters. First of all, you haven't offended these haters, have you?" Stella asked. "They are nothing to me. I'm busy filming every day, I don't even have the time to offend them. I don't even know why they hate me so much!" Nelly frowned. "Maybe you are too popular and they're jealous of your success. Or maybe they hate you for having a relationship with their Prince Charming or taking their goddesses' role. Some of them are probably just uneducated. "Let's imagine life as a TV show. Do you think the heroine will attack others casually because of some trivial things? Trample them, slander them, and expose their bad temper?" Stella asked softly. "Of course not. That sounds like what an antagonist would do instead. Or at most, the third or fourth female lead character." "That is why, as the leading lad

From the way Rolland Cher spoke, Stella Grace could tell he was a knowledgeable man. "I will only do my part," Stella said meaningfully. "That's good. I suddenly regret introducing him to you." There was an implicit message to Rolland's words. Stella did not ask why. She was vaguely confident in her earlier assessment.  Ryan Lameer arrived after 11 o'clock. He smiled at Stella politely. "I'm sorry, I met a friend, and there was heavy traffic when I came, so I'm late." "Get to the point," Stella said curtly.  "I agree to your proposal. May I know when you are available to go to Yale City?" Ryan asked politely. "You live in Yale City?" Stella was very surprised. Yale City was not the capital city. "Yale City is my hometown. My wife and son live there. I usually go back on weekends. I would stay a little longer if there's an investigation," Ryan said. "I see. I can set out tomorrow. I'll draw up the contract at the institute later, ple