“Yes.”
Weston replied and let her go. “Do you want to eat anything?”
“Just wash an apple for me.”
Weston picked the largest one in the basket, sat next to her, and started to peel it.
Stella watched his action and thought for a bit. “You know how to do these things?”
“Not everyone gets to enjoy such a service,” Weston said. “You are first.”
Stella’s eyes flickered.
If it was in the past, she might have been really touched.
But now, her heart had long become a pool of stagnant water, and it was hard to make it ripple.
“I just heard from Grandfather that the Cohens have been looking for her… Would it be difficult for
you?”
She studied him carefully from his side.
The man simply looked down at the apple in his hands without responding.
His hands were exquisite , with long, slender fingertips and well-defined bones.
The fruit knife in his hand seemed like a scalpel, and instead of peeling an apple, he appeared to be
doing some advanced surgery.
Stella admired his beautiful movements as she said softly, “From what Grandfather said, he seems to
want you to let Guinevere go.”
“What do you think of that?”
He glanced at her suddenly without stopping his hand movements.
She pursed her lips. “I don’t want to let her go…”
“I know.” The skin of the apple broke off in his hand.
Weston cut a small piece and sent it to her mouth. “Open your mouth.”
She opened her mouth and took a bite.”
The sweet juice filled her mouth.
She looked down. “How are you going to handle this?”
“I’ll do what you want me to do.”
She looked up at him as she was chewing the apple. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
The man chuckled.
He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “Since when did you have so many little thoughts when
you were with me?”
He put down his hand and wiped his fingers clean with a wet tissue.
Seeing a little water stain at the corner of her mouth, he lifted his hand again to wipe it off for her. Then,
he said in a light voice, “Don’t worry, I will give you a satisfactory answer.”
“Can I trust you?”
She stared at him quietly. “You can,” Weston assured.
On the balcony.
Weston lit a cigarette unconsciously. As something crossed his mind, he left the cigarette burning in his
hand, not smoking it.
In the ward.
Stella was sleeping soundly.
She had some porridge just now. She had been a bit sleepy lately, so it didn’t take long for her to start
sleeping through the night.
The phone was vibrating nonstop. He glanced at the time. The Cohens should be very anxious right
now, including Guinevere.
He picked up the call slowly…
Half an hour later, a few limousines drove into the private hospital. Weston stood tall with his hands on
the railing. He glanced at the cigarette, which had burned out without a single puff from him.
He dusted off the ashes and casually undid a cufflink on his wrist.
Seeing that Stella was still sleeping peacefully, he planted a kiss on her forehead and went out.
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