Diana looked at Stella and nodded reluctantly.
“I’m so sorry for bothering you…” she said.
“It’s fine,” Stella replied simply.
“Oh!” Diana began to tear up again. “Even your voices sound identical ! How can you not be the same
person?”
Seeing his wife was losing control of her emotions, Michael quickly pulled her away and took her home
After what had just happened, Yvonne was no longer in the mood for dessert.
“Are you done with your food, Ella?”
“Yeah,” Stella nodded. “I’m a little tired. We should get going.” “Okay,” Yvonne replied, then suddenly
added, “I never knew that Stella had a family…”
As she was paying the bills, she held up Stella’s chin and said, “You do remember Stella, don’t you?
She’s the woman who looked just like you and was also a teacher at my training center.”
“Yes, I remember her. I’ve had so many people mistaking me for her.”
Yvonne sighed.
“At the time,” she recalled , “she was all alone. I never saw anyone coming to visit her back then. She
also worked herself to death, so I thought she didn’t have any family left, but I guess I was wrong…”
Yvonne shrugged, then continued , “Tums out she does have people who care about her. In fact, by the
looks of it, those two looked quite wealthy too, so I have no idea why Stella had to work so hard back
then.”
This was especially evident considering how attached that woman seemed to Stella.
“Who knows?” uttered Stella , looking like she was in a daze.
Soon, it was time for them to part ways.
“Don’t forget to text and call me!” Yvonne reminded Stella.
Yvonne didn’t think much of it when they lost contact for quite a while, but now that she suddenly
bumped into Ella again, she realized how much she liked her as a friend and how much she wished to
stay in contact with her.
“Okay,” Stella nodded. “As long as Lucas doesn’t mind.”
“Ugh! Don’t even mention him!”
Yvonne then looked Stella in the eyes and earnestly
added, “Look, I don’t care what people say. The most important thing is that I want to be your friend!
Just remember that and forget the rest, okay?”
As they got to the parking lot, Yvonne ensured that Stella safely got into the car before letting the driver
take her home.
Once Stella had settled down in the car, she couldn’t help but notice how sweaty the driver was.
“Aren’t you tired from running around just now?” she asked.
The driver blinked a couple of times speechlessly.
“Uh, no… I’ve been waiting inside the car all along…”
Stella laughed. She had no desire to interrogate him.
“Drive on,” she told him, staring out of the window. 1
Because of the time she spent with Yvonne just now, she got home pretty late that evening. Weston
suddenly called her to say that he had a meeting and told her not to wait for him.
But Stella didn’t plan on waiting anyway.
Joan made her a big bowl of garlic noodles that evening, and she gobbled it up to her heart’s content.
Then she took a quick shower and studied the script for a while before turning in and going to bed.
She had just closed her eyes for a few minutes before
feeling familiar warmth. It was coming from the heat that lingered on Weston’s skin.
Stella frowned. She wanted to escape him, but the suffocating warmth followed her like a shadow,
pestering her to no end.
“Stop it!” she snapped. “I want to sleep!”
With an irritated sigh, she turned her back towards him, fully intending to ignore him.
But Weston still pursued her relentlessly and eventually found her lips. He kissed its corners, then
sniffed it again.
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