“Uh-huh,” Stella replied, “your grandfather wanted me to.”
Weston straightened up and peered down at her.
“What did he say to you?”
Stella paused, then shook her head and told him,” Nothing much. He just wanted me to get a good rest
here tonight…”
Weston’s eyes narrowed into thin slits. That piercing gaze of his would penetrate even the deepest
secrets in anyone’s heart.
“Was that all?” he asked again. “What else did he say?”
“What else do you think he’d say?”countered Stella. She looked up and bravely met his gaze, daring
him to search her eyes. “That he would give me a large sum of money so I would leave you, perhaps?”
“No,” Weston laughed. “That’s not his style.”
“It seems that you two understand each other very well,” Stella raised her brows. “Your grandfather
knew he couldn’t get rid of me just by throwing money at me.”
“That’s right,” Weston retracted his gaze and pinched her nose. “It doesn’t matter how much money he
throws
at you. You’ll get much more than that if you stay by my
side.”
As soon as Stella stepped back into the guest bedroom, she slumped down onto the sofa and sat there
for a while. She was utterly exhausted. She didn’t even turn on the lights. She just sat there staring at
the ceiling. She blinked again and again. Her eyes were getting sore. She reached into her bag and
found that she still had a few pills left. She counted the days when Dr. Zeta Taylor would come back…
If Weston didn’t go crazy tonight, she would still have enough. Luckily for her, although Weston had a
voracious sexual appetite , he was such a busy man that work and other obligations consumed much
of his energy. He would constantly pester her around the house, wanting to do it again and again.
However, as soon as he put on his suit jacket, he became Mr. Weston Ford, the distinguished and
unrivaled president of Ford Corporation.
With all the things that happened today, Weston would’ve been so preoccupied that he would have no
energy left to come to her.
At least, that was what Stella happily assumed.
She kicked off her stilettos and took off the uncomfortable dress that she had been wearing. Naked,
she looked into the mirror and stared at her body.
She was covered with hickeys, small and large. A lot of them were old ones that were fading, but some
newer, fresher ones were still red. It made her look like a wanton woman.
She then let her hair down completely and walked into the bathroom. She stood under the showerhead
, turned on the shower, and let the water wash over her body as she closed her eyes,
The image of Zach laughing and yelping to get her attention still lingered in her mind.
The pain that she had been suppressing now finally engulfed her. She could no longer hold it in. She
fell to her knees, curled up into a ball, and folded her arms.
The water hadn’t had time to warm up yet. It pricked her skin like a thousand cold, icy needles.
Her baby.. Her baby… She could’ve had such an adorable baby.
As tears streamed from her eyes, they mixed with the water from the shower and were washed away.
After a while, she heard the bathroom door open, and a
tall silhouette walked in.
Stella didn’t need to look at the person to find out who it was.
She took a deep breath and softly muttered, “I’m really tired tonight. I really don’t feel like…”
Before she could finish speaking, he picked her up in his arms and put her on the bathroom dresser.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I won’t get in bed with my sister…”
His hand landed on her face, then moved slowly downwards and stopped on her collarbone.
“…the bathtub is good enough for me,” he added.
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