“I know you’re uncomfortable. just say it,” he said, his forehead pressing against hers.
She cocked her head. “I’m not at all bothered. I’m overjoyed, in fact, If I were the old me, I would’ve
been overjoyed to see you being so thoughtful.”
Even though he asked someone else to prepare the table of food, as long as he commands, anyone
would be willing to do it for him.
How can such a man understand the agony of putting effort just to be trodden, neglected, and hurt?
He would never understand it.
Everything that he was doing right now was only to make himself feel better for all the hurt he has done
to her before.
He thought he could transform her back into the old Stella, who used to adore him with all her heart.
But the reality was there was no turning back. The old Stella was gone. She was now Ella. Wasn’t this
what Weston wanted?
She saw the pain in his eyes and suddenly reached out her hand to caress his face.
Her fingers put on some force and her nails touched his face.
There was a moment when a brutal thought flashed inside her mind. She wanted to scratch his face.
However, she didn’t do it, and merely stared at him coldly. “I’m full. Can I leave?”
Weston saw her forehead drenched in cold sweat, and her hair was stuck to her skin. Her black hair
made her skin appear even fairer.
He reached out and brushed her hair away and kissed her eyelids, “It’s still early, let’s go take a shower
first.”
Stella didn’t reject him but nodded.
Then, she let him carry her and walked inside the bathroom.
She was like a doll sitting inside the tub, obeying the man’s every command.
“Lift your arms.”
“Turn around.”
It had to be said that the entire while, he never never displayed any bad intentions.
He never thought that one day Stella would sit in front of him naked and he doesn’t have any bad
intentions in his mind as he only wanted to clean every part of her. Seeing her body covered in froth, he
felt that nothing in the world could stain her. Not even himself.
When he carried her out of the bathroom, it was already late at night, though not late enough to sleep.
He hugged her in his arms and went outside the hall and saw that the table has been cleared.
Stella’s eyes glanced at the table and sighed suddenly. “What a waste. There’s so much unfinished
food.”
“It’s not a waste if you don’t like it.”
Weston lowered his head and planted a kiss on her hair then put her on the sofa before finding a hair
dryer.
The loud blowing sound began. She saw the man walking towards her and consciously dodged away
but he grabbed her, pulled her hair back, and continued drying her hair.
Unable to trust him, she was a little stiff.
He saw her nervousness and gently massaged her scalp. “Calm down.”
His movements were rough-he had probably never blown-dried someone else’s hair before. Slender
long fingers went through her long hair.
Stella frowned from time to time, feeling the pain of her hair being tugged.
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