Stella squinted at the sunlight piercing through the dark with a staccato, so tired that she could hardly
manage a sound. She lifted an arm and shaded her eyes.
Weston stood up, buttoning up his white shirt, and walked to the windows to pull the shades down.
Stella turned to her side in a bid to return to sleep. She felt a warm touch at the back of her ear. It was
Weston kissing her. “I’m heading to the office. Have a good rest here this afternoon.”
Stella nodded. “Go ahead.”
She was so exhausted that she had to force herself to speak, not to mention that her voice sounded
nasal.
Weston chuckled lowly and pinched her nose cheekily, eliciting annoyed grumbles from Stella. “Quit it…
you’re such a bother…”
He stood up leisurely.
Stella slept more soundly than she usually did. By the time she woke up, it was already late in the
afternoon.
She pulled open the covers and saw hickeys of various sizes imprinted on her legs. Her knees went
weak the moment she stood, and she almost collapsed onto the carpeted floor.
Stella had long gotten used to it; each time after sex, her back and legs would be sore and ache. With
some effort, she managed to hold herself up and walk to the living room.
A post-it note was stuck on the fridge, which told her that some food had been prepared for her inside,
and all she needed to do was to take it out and enjoy it.
Stella pondered for a moment, wondering when exactly Weston had become so thoughtful. He always
had everything prepared meticulously for her, making sure that all her needs were taken care of.
They seemed to have exchanged roles.
In the past, she’d been the one who cared for him, never giving Weston a chance to worry about her.
She shook her head to chase away those thoughts seeping into her mind.
The man simply felt guilty, and that was all.
Forcing herself to keep that thought in mind, she walked to the couch and settled herself down on it. She
sipped a cup of milk in one hand and opened the pills from a bag with another as she began counting
them.
Weston had gone overboard these two days.
The medicine that was supposed to last her a while would soon run out.
Stella sighed as anxiety began creeping into her heart at the sight of the almost-empty pill bottle.
There were still around six days left before Zeta was scheduled to return. Had she known this, she
should have gotten some medicine from Zeta that day at the celebration.
Zeta had probably returned in a rush, and Stella didn’t want to bother her, seeing how she was so
occupied with the issue between Xavier and Daisy.
She didn’t want Zeta to see her involved with Weston, either.
She didn’t expect her considerations and hesitation to cumulate into trouble for her.
Given Weston’s unrelenting energy and demanding sex drive, she wasn’t expecting to have a good time
during the next few days.
She had been able to play along with him due to the influence of the medicine, but if she were to
suddenly turn cold and disinterested with nary a bodily reaction toward his passion or even reject his
advances , Weston would probably sense that something was off.
For all she knew…
He might just discover that she was taking the pill.
Hence, the possibility of that happening troubled her deeply.
Bradley suddenly sent her a voice message, telling her to view the social media page of a well-known
producer in the industry.
As she scrolled through her phone , Stella immediately activated her work mode and quickly chanced
upon Zeta’s recent post: “Returned a few days early from my business trip. Still loving the sunshine
here!”
The attached photo was a selfie she took at the airport.
Stella fixed her gaze on Zeta’s post and immediately called her. “Dr. Taylor, are you there?”
She heard her exuberant voice on the other end of the call. “I just landed and was about to call you.”
Stella’s eyes brightened . “Can I come over and look for you now?”
“What’s the matter? Is something the matter?”
Stella found it hard to verbalize herself, but she gritted her teeth and said, “I’m almost all out of
medicine…”
A long pause ensued on the other end before Zeta sighed and said, “Come over and find me.”
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